Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Half-moon silkworms, white jade plate, long-term leaning on the window and solitary railing. Sapphire case, broken cigarette fan, knowing the difficulties, I only wish the rest of my life to be safe."

"Flower... Long time no see."

Feng Changhuan, who was rarely normal, leaned against the table and took the teacup from Sui Chenyue.

The latter was obviously dissatisfied with the title, frowned without complaining, looked down at the tea stalk floating on the water, pursed his lips and sighed: "I haven't seen you for many years, you are really an immortal monster."

"The factory's rhetoric is heavy, maybe time has stopped with me."

Hearing the politeness of the two, Yu Fuchen was confused.

Seeing this posture, they really knew each other, but they didn't have the acquaintance and intimacy of their old friends. If we say it was a one-sided relationship... Doesn't it mean that Feng Changhuan had been to Xuewu City before?

Just when he was struggling to ask whether or not to ask, the closed door of the other courtyard finally opened, and Ming Sinian, who was almost collapsed, walked out holding the door frame, and said angrily, "I, I did my best..."

Donghai Medical School is helpless, and the situation of Junior Sister Chen is not optimistic.

Feng Changhuan frowned, motioned for Yu Fuchen to see off the guests, and the latter obediently followed suit, and only after the nine thousand-year-old guard of honor left Fengyue Bieyuan did he call the little apprentice who was not close to him to him, rubbing his cold hands His pale face.

Since the tragedy in Lingxue Palace, Ming Sinian has been avoiding him on purpose, and tried every means to distance himself from his closeness.

"This girl is tormented by a forbidden spell, and her consciousness is unconscious. The fetus in her womb is also trapped by the forbidden spell. If things go on like this, it will definitely lead to tragedy. You want to help their mother and child but you don't know where to start. Even if you use the Taoyuan secret method, it will not help, right? "

At this moment, it is the gentle personality that dominates his consciousness, Ming Sinian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said happily: "Yes, Master, the apprentice is not good at medicine, and he is not sure of curing their mother and child, so he dare not go further."

"Weizhi, your ability is more than that."

"But master... I am an incompetent person. What's the use of having a whole body of medical skills? When I was in Taoyuan, I was able to adjust my mood. Now I revisit the old place. Every plant and tree here is ruthlessly spurring me to remember the past. When I was young, I was not favored, and I would always look enviously under the giant tree, looking at my father who was strict with me alone and smiling at my younger brother. In those lonely days, it was the only thing that accompanied me. Compared with the carrying of memories, the giant tree is more like It is a close friend. Master, I am very sad..."

Ming Sinian couldn't bear to go into details, and out of an evasive mentality, he looked at the huge wooden mess that had collapsed due to the fight between Yu Fuchen and Ming Gongshang the night before.

Feng Changhuan said warmly: "Time cannot be turned back, and regret is useless. As long as you are willing to believe, the crisis may turn into a turning point. If that giant tree is your knot in your heart, I will teach you how to return to the world as a teacher, okay?"

Ming Sinian was dubious, and sat cross-legged in front of the ruins as he had told him.

"Ordinary people often say that people are not grass and trees, and who can be ruthless, but they don't know that grass and trees have hearts. Your spirit belongs to wood, and you are good at healing. The heart of grass and trees is the most advanced healing technique. Besides you, I will find you as a teacher." There will be no second offspring suitable for this method."

The man laughed.

Even if he has lost his spiritual power and has become a mortal, the help he can give is pitifully small, but he firmly believes that his apprentice is very talented and can understand everything.

"The wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. If you can absorb the spiritual power of the resurrection of plants and trees for your own use, you will find that the damage is not irreversible. In a small way, try to feel their pulse."

Ming Sinian took a deep breath, closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sounds of nature.

The branches and leaves are rustling, and the wind is blowing.

Everything is spiritual.

Ming Sinian's palms on his knees shimmered, and he moved his fingertips lightly, using his own spiritual power to repair the mess.

Driven by the spiritual flow, the broken wood scattered all over the ground slowly floated up.

Ming Si Nian concentrated his energy, and his spirit was brought to the extreme at this moment, and he could clearly see the dead trees blooming in spring, buds sprouting, vines colluding, and slowly resurrecting.

But he had just exhausted his spiritual power to heal Junior Sister Chen, and it was difficult to complete such a huge project. The progress he had finally accumulated collapsed for a while, causing the debris to fall to the ground again, and the endgame reappeared.

Yu Fuchen saw this scene from a distance, and didn't step forward to disturb the interest of the two, but he was also curious about what Feng Changhuan whispered to Ming Sinian after that.

With this matter in his heart, he couldn't sit still, took this opportunity to get an excuse and sneaked into the man's room at night.

Only when Feng Changhuan is dominated by his violent personality, will he play tricks on him and tactfully court him. Most of the time, he is still as abstinent as before, and even the occasional skin-to-skin contact when changing the medicine will blush for a long time.

At first, Yu Fuchen couldn't adapt to the contrast, but after a long time, he also tasted the meaning from it and indulged in it. Since then, molesting the abstinent master has become his pleasure.

"Master... are you asleep?"

Yu Fuchen hid in the corner of the bed like a puppy, peeping at the man with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Feng Changhuan had been sleepy for a long time, and was awakened in a drowsy state. He answered in a half-dream and half-awake state, and let out a gentle cry from the depths of his throat, which almost melted his heart...

The aroused Yu Fuchen rushed forward, taking advantage of his unconsciousness and unable to refuse, he took the opportunity to get under the covers.

He didn't know how to separate his paws. When he fumbled around, he felt that he had bumped into a hard object. When he took it, he realized that it was a wooden board the size of a palm.

"Master, why are you sleeping with the wood in your arms?"

"I want to engrave some words on it as a teacher, but unfortunately my hands can't control it. It's very difficult. Why don't you come and help me."

"Okay, what does Master want to engrave?"

"... Micro."

The corners of Yu Fuchen's mouth twitched, and his smile was a little stiff: "Hmm... it's deeds, right? I can write these two words."

"No, it's Weizhi. What kind of vinegar are you eating..."

Feng Changhuan waved to Yu Fuchen, and the little wild wolf obediently leaned into his arms to be patted down.

"Now is the most critical time for him to step into the rivers and lakes. As a teacher, I am afraid that he will go astray. He has already made a mistake once, and it is because of his dereliction of duty that he did so... So we must engrave everything that is owed to him, even if we forget it. I have to regain my guilt towards him."

He is such a person who always only remembers his own apologies, and does not care about what the world owes him.

Yu Fuchen didn't agree with it, but he didn't deny it either. He took out the Luan Saber and changed it to the size of a dagger, and wrote and drew on the wooden sign.

He was working hard, but Feng Changhuan leaned behind him, and said in a helpless tone, "...for so many years, your writing has really not improved at all."

"..."

Speaking of which, the fact that he doesn't like reading is also related to Feng Changhuan. The latter couldn't absolve himself of the blame, so he was struggling to ask him to fetch a pen and paper, and put on his coat to demonstrate for him by the candlelight.

Feng Changhuan's handwriting is neat, even when he is ill, he can stand horizontally and vertically, vigorously and vigorously, and has the same strength of character as him.

"The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry...Master, I still remember that this is the poem you first taught me."

"Yeah, it was a bit difficult for you at that time. If you didn't learn well at a young age, you would know how to recite obscene poems about mandarin ducks in pairs, and a pear tree pressing down on a crabapple..."

Yu Fuchen let out a "poof" laugh, and kissed the corner of the man's lips.

"No, no shame! My teacher didn't teach you to do such a thing!!"

"What are you talking about, Master, you are not allowed to deny the teaching method that you practice."

That being said, the moment Yu Fuchen took the pen, his heart became inexplicably heavy, and when he picked up the pen, he wrote a line: "You buried the mud in the spring to destroy the bones, and I sent the snow to the world."

Only this sentence, his handwriting is very clear, it looks so good that it doesn't seem to be written by one person.

"I didn't like to chant scriptures when I was in the Buddhist sect, and the old monk would not blame me. He asked me to copy this line of poetry over and over again. I didn't know the true meaning until Xuannan's forbidden curse was lifted."

Unbearable that the atmosphere was so heavy, Feng Changhuan smiled first.

"Let's not talk about sad things, the appearance of Nine Thousand Years old today surprised me, but thanks to him showing up, it's not impossible for me to remember Miss Chen's forbidden curse."

"Master means..."

"The cultivation world only knows that Taoyuan in the East China Sea is the medical school, but few people know that the detached family is also good at healing, and has inextricable connections with Taoyuan. If you really want to help her, I am afraid that you will go to the sea of ​​suffering .”

"Master is talking about Chaosheng sharks."

"The Chaosheng tribe lived in seclusion in the East China Sea in the early years. They were hunted by Jiuchongtian and Xiujie, so they had to hide in the deep sea. It is unknown whether any tribesmen survived. I feel that the possibility of meeting them is very small, but two lives are in front of us. , can never sit idly by."

He is soft-hearted, he is like this to everyone, Yu Fuchen understands it all too well, he knows that he has to go to the East China Sea this time.

However, he had a faint feeling that Feng Changhuan had other motives in mentioning the Chaosheng tribe at this time, maybe it was to divert the tiger away from the mountain...

I didn't want to take on this drudgery at first, but I felt uncomfortable at the thought of leaving Shizun alone in Xuewu City to face all kinds of forces with different ideas.

"Master, I heard that the Chaosheng tribe is very unfriendly to people. I came to the door for no reason. If I don't become a mermaid, the bones in the belly are all lucky three lives. This is not very reliable."

Feng Changhuan pretended to be helpless, and limped back on the couch, knowing that to make his little wild wolf willing, he would need some more tempting bargaining chips to get rid of his charges.

The old fox is cunning after all, even if he is serious, he is serious and cunning.

"Apprentice dog is getting old, what looks good but what doesn't stay, always sings the opposite tune..."

"..."

This old guy... is not like the red-eyed old ghost who went to bed to tempt people to get out of bed and hurt people, and started to cry and complain about being wronged. The key is that he... still likes this kind of thing.

As a result, Yu Fuchen was naturally defeated and had to embark on a journey to the East China Sea.

So a few days later, the snow outside the city:

"Master, does the injury still hurt? Do you want to stop and have a rest? Are you thirsty? Would you like some herbal tea?... No, this tea is too cold. I will cover it for you. If you are tired, you can Rest in my arms, I won't move, really!"

"...Xingzhi, I have a question as a teacher."

"Master, tell me."

"You, why... always like to put your hand on the teacher's leg to untie your trouser belt when you talk???"

The author has something to say: "The spring silkworms will die until the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry before they dry" from "Untitled".

"Mandarin ducks form pairs in the quilt, and a pear tree crushes crabapples" comes from "White Clothes".

"You buried the mud in the spring to sell the bones, and I sent the world to the world to cover my head with snow" from "Si Wei Zhi".