Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Ming Gongshang was in great spirits, set up the tea table, picked up cakes, and beat to the beat of the plaintive singing, he was fascinated by it, and he didn't forget to snap his fingers in the depth of his love, and he was short of a big praise.

It was difficult for Ming Si Nian to explain what happened, and before he had time to say more, he quickly lifted the soup bowl in Feng Changhuan's hand, and carried him out of the house.

Coincidentally, XuanNan, who was splashed with hot soup on his lower body, let out a scream, and followed him out to join in the fun while shaking the water.

On the high platform, a person with heavy make-up and red sleeves, with a slender figure swaying the little girl's demeanor, the lyrics are very mournful:

"It's for you, like a beautiful flower, like the year of the water. I loosen the collar button, widen the clothes, and brush the sleeves with your teeth. I will wait for you to be patient and sleep for a long time. That's where I met and saw each other. As if, how could it be that this good meeting has not said a word? Seeing you cuddling and slowly getting together..."

Even if the man turned into ashes, Feng Changhuan could still recognize his appearance, and his face turned dark on the spot.

"How long?"

"... I've been singing for more than half an hour. At first I thought he was messing around, but it really looks like a ghost."

Ming Sinian said it cautiously, not daring to confirm the abnormality, Feng Changhuan was even more annoyed when he heard it, and ordered Xuannan to go up and take him down.

I saw that Yu Fuchen was wearing heavy makeup and looked like a monster, and he still looked like a bow to others: "The little girl has met the son, the son is blessed and safe."

Now everyone couldn't help it, even the maid who was screaming in fright just now couldn't help laughing, Ming Si Nian even held back two tears.

Only Feng Changhuan gritted his teeth, stood with difficulty dragging his injured leg, pushed away the laughing Xuannan, grabbed Yu Fuchen, and slapped Yu Fuchen mercilessly. Shout out: "Get out! Don't want Bilian!!"

The blood-red ghost pupils were faintly visible under the cover of the forehead hair, Yu Fuchen was full of horror, opened his mouth and let out a woman's shrill scream, and fell on Feng Changhuan's shoulder with his knees weak.

After a while, the delirious Yu Fuchen finally woke up, retched, and stared at his eyes: "Ah... Master, I feel sick, I want to vomit..."

"Looking at your appearance, I feel like throwing up even as a teacher..."

The smell of rouge and gouache rushed into his nostrils, Feng Changhuan took a step back in disgust, seeing that man was about to fall, he held him in his arms again enduring the discomfort.

At this point, the farce came to an end, and Ming Gongshang, who had watched the good show for a long time, couldn't help applauding: "Pure Yang spirit body with extremely light eight characters is simply unheard of."

"Watching the excitement is not a big deal..."

"With all due respect, since this female ghost has caused him harm, why don't you take care of her?"

Feng's truth: If you don't have anything to show courtesy, you can either rape or steal.

Sure enough, trouble came to the door, and the cannibal had a short mouth, but he didn't know how to refuse.

"...Lingxue Palace is best at things like catching ghosts and exorcising demons."

"Buddhism is also a treasure land for suppressing evil spirits. Both of you are from the famous Wuxiang sect. It's hard to shirk this matter."

Yu Fuchen was suffering from tinnitus and couldn't hear what they said, Gu Zi groaned: "I'm so dizzy, Master, I'm about to vomit... Hurry up and give me a kiss, I can't do it..."

Just as he was about to reprimand, "Shut up the traitor!", Feng Changhuan also felt dizzy for a while, and then his eyes went dark, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

When he spoke again, the strange red light in his eyes was enough to make people panic.

"Okay, but it's not cheap~"

I don't know whether this was said to Yu Fuchen or Ming Gong Shang.

The latter only felt that his aura had changed, and he couldn't explain why it was strange. Only Yu Fuchen knew that his tyrannical personality had awakened again, and he no longer had the urge to ask for a kiss, and all he wanted to do was give him a punch. .

It's a pity that facing Feng Changhuan's pretty face, he raised his hand a few times but retracted angrily.

It's not easy to reveal the demon in the public, so I had to drag him back to the room, his thoughts of pity and pity disappeared, and he felt numb even if the person cried out for pain behind him, only the confused Ming brothers, and the smirking Xuan It's hard to meet six eyes.

When the turmoil calmed down and the noise returned to silence, Yu Fuchen looked at the man who had stripped naked as soon as he entered the door and was half-covered under the quilt. Mozun.

The other party had read his thoughts thoroughly, lit the cigarette and said slowly: "Are you struggling with how to get along with me?"

"……you shut up."

"Don't be like this, don't forget, this seat is also aware of difficulties."

"You're not, shut up."

After knowing it, he looked at Feng Changhuan squarely, a little stunned.

"What did you just say?"

"This seat is also the wind knows the difficulty."

"But you..."

"Heart demons are born from the condensation of evil thoughts and true essence in the heart. Everyone has them, but the difference is whether they can be restrained by nature. You have also been trapped by heart demons. It is he who has entered the realm of consciousness many times through detours Relieve it for you. In fact, the demon resides in the heart, which can control his thoughts and behaviors, and even magnify his desires and atrocities, which is equivalent to recreating personality. Therefore, this seat, is to know the difficulties."

In this way, even the abstinent and noble master in the past still has desires and needs in his heart, but they are just covered up...

Yu Fuchen covered his face, and said in a muffled voice: "I think you old ghost is lying to me..."

"You can try to see if Feng Zhinan will willingly climb into your bed after breaking the merits. If I tell you bluntly, before you know about his split personality, he also pretended to be unconscious. Qing has played tricks on you, taking advantage of everything, do you have any... agitation?"

"..."

Yu Fuchen dared to admit that he had unreasonable thoughts about his master, but he couldn't tell whether it was the one who had nurtured him in the past, or the one who let himself go after the resurrection.

It would be too cruel to accept the reality in a short period of time, so this old ghost will not force himself as a demon.

The latter hooked his fingers and beckoned him to come forward, but the little wild wolf did not dare to move, so the man limped forward, straddled his lap, and exhaled a puff of smoke head-on.

"Don't you want to know the origin of this seat and you?"

"You'd better shut up."

"So, what about with him?"

The cheeky old ghost pointed at himself, and Yu Fuchen couldn't help but look at his naked body, and got a nosebleed on the spot.

Such a youthful reaction made the old ghost feel good, and he moved closer to his forehead, with irresistible confusion: "You, do you believe in past lives or present lives?"

"...Go down first, I have something to say."

"Do you mind talking in bed?"

"..."

It is said to be half-hearted, but this person obviously has his own expectations, and he was kidnapped into bed in a daze, and he only felt his blood rush when he was honest with him.

"You don't believe it in your bones. Even if I tell you the truth, you will treat it as an idiot's nonsense. If this is the case, you might as well listen to me tell a story."

"...Just tell the story when you tell it, don't rub it against me."

Feng Changhuan: "Well... no."

Yu Fuchen wanted to cry but had no tears.

"The legend of the scholar and the fox is extremely vulgar and nothing new. May I tell you a story about the scholar and the fox?"

"...is there any difference?"

"Of course there are. Whoever falls in love first must be the loser. Besides, this fox is not that fox. Do you know the difference between a vixen and an old fox?"

"I don't know! I told you not to mess around!!"

Frustrated by his rage, he pinched his waist, Feng Chang and Huan Lang smiled and retracted the evil leg, and stopped messing around.

His story is unremarkable, and it is the beginning of a stereotyped student studying hard all night.

The scholar lodged in a deserted temple, studying hard, and heard a rustling outside the door in the middle of the night. When he went out to check, he saw a man fainted in a pool of blood, and was frightened out of his wits.

After calming down, he took the man into the temple and lit a fire to clean the wound to save his life, but he was still afraid of trouble after all, so he packed up his things and hurried into the city at dawn without leaving a word.

After the scholar entered the city, he saw a notice posted by the government, and learned that the young lady of a wealthy local family was haunted by nightmares every night, so he invited a Taoist master to conclude that it was a fox monster who caused trouble. If someone helped out, he could pay a million dollars and marry the young lady as his wife.

The scholar recognized that the portrait painted on the notice was the man he rescued last night, and called his servants to the deserted temple to fetch him. As a result, the "fox demon" was brutally buried alive while he was still alive.

"So far, do you think the scholar is more kind to the 'Fox Demon' than his hatred, or is his hatred greater than his kindness?"

Yu Fuchen pondered for a long time, and replied: "Hate is greater than kindness. It is the scholar's duty to ignore the seriously injured fox demon. After all, human nature is such that indifference is relatively understandable. Besides, even if the fox demon is seriously injured, he may not die. But if he inflicts A helping hand has the heart to put people in danger to death, but using the heart is no different from killing people, naturally hatred is more important than kindness."

He made such an answer, Feng Changhuan was not surprised, just like before, he touched his head, half encouraging and half educating:

"But to the fox demon, he has never met before, and has no grudges. It is a great kindness for someone to help him. As for the benefactor who listened to rumors and hurt him later, it is understandable. Or maybe the scholar was just tempted by evil words, and there is no harm. With a human heart, even with a passion for saving the world."

He said: "Xingzhi, you have to remember that in this world, kindness is far rarer than hatred. It is easy to hurt people, but it is difficult to save them. It is only a moment to pierce the flesh with a murder weapon, but it takes a lifetime to suture the wound and heal the scar. , Only when the flesh and bones decay, the enmity will be settled."

Feng Changhuan held Yu Fuchen's hand to his heart, his heavy body wrapped in bandages was a bit funny, but the latter knew that what he touched was the knife edge that almost took his life again.

"Master, it's been a long time since you taught me the principles of life in such a tone. I will forgive him as you wish."

"No, I just want to tell you that no matter whether you are a gentle or violent personality master Feng Zhinan, you can't change the fact that this person is your master."

As he spoke, he rested his head on Yu Fuchen's arms and let out a long breath, feeling very safe.

"The story of the scholar and the fox is not over yet. I will tell you about it when I get a chance. Now... hug me, okay?"

The author has something to say: "For you, you are as beautiful as a flower, and the years are like water. With you, the collar is loosened, the clothes are wide, and the sleeves are slightly pressed, and the teeth are covered. I will wait for you to be patient and sleep for a long time. That's where We met each other once, and we looked at each other as if, so long ago we didn't say anything about the benefits of meeting? Seeing you cuddling up, slowly getting together..." From "The Peony Pavilion".

I'm getting old and my memory is bad, and I forgot the order of posting. It turned out that the story of the scholar and the fox mentioned in the previous chapter was in this chapter, and it was suddenly confused...

Thank you for reading the text, cute~