Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

There is no reason.Or Yu Fuchen thinks there is no reason.

In his eyes, Liu Changting is Jiu Chongtian's lackey, who only wants to ascend to immortality for himself and ignores the suffering of others, even innocent people can kill in vain without changing his face.

Such a dignified scum, the head of Kunlun, who almost killed an assassin on the stage of karma that day, would announce to the world that Feng Changhuan was dead. Could it be for protection?

No, no, he just didn't want Kunlun to become the laughing stock of the cultivation world.

Yu Fuchen paused for a moment, seeing Ming Sinian's meaningful expression, he was upset.

"So what are you planning to do while you are in danger?"

"Which eye of yours saw me taking advantage of others? Did I molested him, or did I hit you hard?"

Hearing his words, for some reason, Yu Fuchen was filled with jealousy. Yu Fuchen had the desire to protect his food, and for a moment, he couldn't choose what to say, staring at that fair and handsome face, and blurted out: "Mother Jiji's thing, it's up to you?"

Ming Sinian, who was originally in high spirits and planned to tease him, was startled, his almond eyes widened in disbelief, and then there was indescribable humiliation in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth.

It seems that these words touched his Ni Lin, the chief disciple of Taoxijian, who hates being called a mother the most in his life.

Ming Sinian had already put on a fighting stance, and the spiritual energy field erupted instantly, catching Yu Fuchen by surprise.

The old monk said that when you walk in the rivers and lakes, you always have to pay back when you come out to mess around, and there is nothing wrong with getting hit a few times.

Although the words just now were not sincere, but unintentional words are often the most hurtful.

"You can't get your bland appearance out of the crowd, so what right do you have to say about me? You know what I hate the most in my life..."

Yu Fuchen didn't intend to fight him at first, and he was a little dissatisfied when he heard this, and he thought he was patient, but Ming Sinian didn't intend to let him go, so he raised his hand and immediately stabbed him out of the quiver at his waist. Driven by spiritual power, several long needles glowed with various colors and shapes.

"Nine needles from the spiritual pivot? The method of curing diseases and saving lives is actually used by you as a means to injure people and kill them, so you can be regarded as a doctor!"

"The main road of Lingxue Palace, Taoyuan will not be slaughtered by others. If you can save people, you can hurt others. I hope you will take care of yourself!"

"...Do you have any enmity with Lingxue Palace? Didn't you mention the Buddha Sect? I am from the Buddha Sect!!"

A fierce battle is unavoidable. Fortunately, in Ming Si Nian's enchantment, if there is a big disturbance, it will not attract attention, but the damaged objects must be compensated according to the price, and the cash-strapped Yu Fuchen prefers to speak without Do your best to remember the way of a gentleman taught by the old monk.

Ming Sinian failed to detect his thoughts, and already used the kung fu technique, stabbing out the thinnest and most flexible needle out of the air. Yu Fuchen couldn't dodge it, so he could only block it with his spiritual power. Ming Si Nian was very puzzled.

"Before you start, always explain why you blocked us. Do you have any grievances with him?"

"no!"

"And me?"

"Have!!"

This person is not good at fighting, so he can't hurt Yu Fuchen.The more this was the case, the more he felt that there was a reason for this person to burn jade and stone together, and his attitude eased a lot, avoiding this blow.

"Then you have to..." Before he could ask, Yu Fuchen's face darkened.

Ming Sinian, who was expecting a fierce battle, noticed his strangeness, but did not notice the dangerous approach behind him.

Yu Fuchen opened his mouth to try to stop him, but he knew that it would be useless to remind him, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

He hesitated to speak, Ming Si Nian was suspicious.I didn't feel that someone had intruded into the enchantment, maybe this person deliberately deceived me to distract myself, and it would be ridiculous to be fooled.

"I'm afraid it's too late!"

"no……"

Just a reminder, Ming Sinian felt half of his body sinking, as if being climbed up by hands and feet, and then his face felt wet and cold.

He froze for a moment, but didn't dare to respond.

Turning around slowly, she was facing a pair of blood-red eyes...

"How are you?"

Yu Fuchen felt sorry for him, but Feng Changhuan bit his cheek, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh...

However, Ming Si Nian did not become hysterical, instead calmed down, pulled Feng Changhuan off his body, coughed lightly to ease the situation, and said with a frown, "I'm not as knowledgeable as you."

After calming down, Yu Fuchen had to admit that he was a bit good-looking, as if the almond eyes that contained the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River had a unique warmth.

But it's only a little bit, compared with himself, he is far behind, and his facial features are soft, with a tenderness of spring, even so, it is too much for him to call her a mother.

"That... apologies, the bad words just now were impulsive, don't worry."

Yu Fuchen touched his nose, feeling a little guilty, he couldn't see Ming Sinian's expression, so he played with the tiny needle that was blocked, so as to avoid his sight.

Ming Sinian gave an "um" to express his acceptance, knowing that this was Yu Fuchen's forbearance. In the final analysis, it was because of his temperament that he seemed to have the upper hand.

After a long time, I finally spit out half a sentence: "I also want to apologize, although you are really ugly."

Yu Fuchen: "..."

There's no way, I'm sorry, I can only suffer.

After a long silence, Ming Si Nian was the first to speak and return to the topic. For the sake of the overall situation, he must not be aggressive. It is not good for him to attract people's resentment.

"I don't mean anything malicious, otherwise there would be countless chances to make a move from Kunlun all the way, and you would never sit here safe and sound and talk to me."

"If so, why?"

"There are so many people that it's hard to show up. My personal behavior can easily be misunderstood to be related to Taoyuan. My own private affairs should not involve sects."

This person is affectionate and righteous, Yu Fuchen's impression has changed a lot, and his concerns are somewhat weaker than before.

"Then why are you looking for him? Or what is your purpose?"

"I want to know how long a dead person can live in this world."

Ming Sinian's attitude was cold, he looked at Feng Changhuan who had been silent for a long time, and turned to Yu Fuchen.

"I don't need to tell you, you should have guessed it, but I don't know whether to believe the facts, after all, ordinary people can't be like living people after death."

"...You mean he's dead? How is that possible??"

"You have to believe it."

"I do not believe!"

"If you don't believe me, touch his heartbeat yourself!!"

He still wanted to explain the reason calmly, but this guy's donkey temper was really annoying. As soon as Ming Si Nian slapped the table, he took Yu Fuchen's hand and pressed it on Feng Changhuan's chest.

The young man must have refused. When he first met him, he glanced where he shouldn't have looked. He still feels that his conscience is uneasy, and now he has to do something... This is not good.

Unable to resist him, Ming Sinian did not force him, let go and folded his arms:

"You will only believe it if you confirm it yourself, and I am the same."

As early as when the innkeeper mentioned that dead souls and ghosts would have ghost pupils, Yu Fuchen had suspicions. Now that the facts are in front of him, and Ming Si Nian asked him to confirm, he felt even more uneasy.

Entrusted by an old monk to go to Kunlun to rescue people, in the end he only brought back a jumping, crying and laughing corpse, which is not the case.

After thinking about it repeatedly, he felt that he needed to know the truth, so he put down his innocence and reserve for the time being, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, covering Feng Changhuan's flat and cold chest.

For a long time, there was no movement.

Ming Si's youthful forehead was full of veins, and he slapped the table again.

"You touched it backwards! The heart grows on the left, the left!!"

"Yes..." the boy murmured.

"What is there?!"

"He has a heartbeat, so he's not dead." Yu Fuchen turned around with a solemn expression. "It's just different from ordinary people. His heart grows on the right side, and two golden pills can be condensed in his chest. He is the chosen one."

Hearing those four characters, Ming Si Nian's breath stagnates.

Should it be said that he was negligent, or did he not foresee this possibility at all?

Maybe Feng Changhuan is an existence different from ordinary people, that's why he can cause chaos in the world, and that's why he can come back from the dead?

Even though... it only beats once in a long time, but this is the most powerful proof that he is alive in this world.

Feng Changhuan's eyes were deep, watching Yu Fuchen pull his wrist in front of Ming Sinian, he clenched his fist timidly, and retracted his hand.

It doesn't matter...whether it's life or death, he doesn't care.

He and Yu Fuchen looked at each other, and there was an expression on his face that seemed to be crying but not crying again, full of sadness, but also very dazed.

He opened his mouth, did not speak, and made a sign language that only he could understand:

--enough.

What you have done for me is enough.