Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The nightmare of chaos is overwhelming.

Yu Fuchen, who had been asleep for a long time, twitched his fingers for a moment, and finally woke up.

After his vision became clearer, he saw a pitch-black scorpion lying on the back of his hand, the poisonous needle pierced into the flesh, and the surrounding blood vessels were dyed black.

He raised his hand vigorously, pulled the poisonous scorpion out of his body, gathered his inner strength and slapped his palm, avenging the blow.

Before his body regained his strength, he fell down on the spot and slowed down for a long time before Yu Fuchen heaved a sigh of relief, stood up on the beach with difficulty, and then pressed his aching chest, spit out a mouthful of black poisonous blood, finally his vision became clearer .

"...Damn it, where is this?"

Judging from the location, he should have been attacked by poisonous miasma after he set foot on the isolated island, and passed out on the shore.

That being the case, the hallucination just now was just a dream?

This place is really weird, people have to be wary, Yu Fuchen tightened the Xuanjia covering his face, and stumbled forward.

There are too many poisons here, and several hard-shelled centipedes can be trampled to death with one foot in the sand. Walking all the way, the soles of the boots are already covered with green venom, which is disgusting.

The residual poison left by the scorpion in his body just now couldn't be completely drained, and as his movements accelerated the blood flow, the poison deepened a bit, and even spread to his arms, forcing Yu Fuchen to stop, using his internal strength to force the poison into his body. out.

At this moment, what he is most worried about is Feng Changhuan. If that person does not have a chance of life in Guyu, it will be difficult for him to protect himself if his spiritual power is lost, and he will never be able to persist for so long like him.

"Master... Please, don't be in this ghostly place..."

He muttered to himself, wiped away the poisonous blood gushing from the wound, and got up again to look for someone.

If the incomparably real dream just now was caused by poisonous hallucinations, then everything now should be true.

He didn't see groups of houses along the way, which made Yu Fuchen feel a lot of peace of mind. Looking back on the tragedy at that time, he felt cold sweat protruding from his back.

I have to admit that he did have doubts about Xuannan's spells. Those fragmented pictures pieced together the past of him and Feng Changhuan, but did not show his complete childhood.

His memories of the past are still missing, a large part of which is unclear. Everything began with his acquaintance with that person, but before that, what identity did he live with?

How does a young child with no father and mother, who is excluded and looked down upon by others, survive alone?

Under the influence of poisonous hallucinations, I saw the bones of women who died of dystocia, the bones of men who were dying of illness, the boys who died in the mourning hall, and the bones hanging on the spirit cards...

... He could feel that it was his past.

Thinking of this, Yu Fuchen grabbed his messy forehead and tried to recall everything in the past, but as long as he violated the restricted area, his head would explode in severe pain, making him fall to his knees and utter unbearable murmurs.

"What the hell...what the hell am I..."

He didn't want to believe that he had traveled through life and death and returned to the human world, but other than that, is there any explanation?

"Let's stop... let's stop..."

He heard voices calling, and finally raised his eyes.

In the distance was still the terrifying scene of the mountain of corpses towering into the sea of ​​clouds, but when he heard the voice of that person, he forgot even his fear, and rushed like crazy into the pool of blood to look for that person.

There are many bones everywhere, but the jade-colored Buddha bone is particularly eye-catching.

That... is his master.

"Master...Master, how did you become like this, did I harm you..."

The tragic scene in the illusion reappeared, and he threw himself on the man's skeleton, weeping.

Seeing him like this, the other party panicked first, and then realized after being dazed for a long time. He raised his hand to cover his face with a blushing expression, but he didn't know that he was a weathered skeleton in the eyes of his disciples. appalling.

"Don't look...you, don't look..."

"Master, you, you are not dead?"

"...?"

Everyone would be shocked by the rotting corpse suddenly alive and kicking, but fortunately Yu Fuchen didn't dislike Feng Changhuan's unbearable condition at the moment, hugging his bare skull, tears were like broken beads.

Feng Changhuan found out the clue, first hugged Yu Fuchen to comfort him, and after his mood stabilized, he asked tentatively: "Xingzhi, what does the master in your eyes... look like?"

"The whole body of Buddha's karma is gone, and only a jade bone remains."

Seeing the man hurriedly covering his body with the bones of his hands, Yu Fuchen asked: "Could it be that Master is not in this crippled state, am I still in the illusion caused by the poisonous miasma?"

"Maybe it's a sequelae. It takes a while to recover. Everyone sees different illusions."

The so-called beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, which means that the bones are more beautiful than the skin. Yu Fuchen, who has calmed down now, can truly understand the meaning of this sentence when he sees the person's unbearable state.

"Then what did Master see of me?"

Even if it's disrespectful for the old, but this guy is thin-skinned now, and it's cool to keep some things in his heart, but he's embarrassed to say them out.

After all, as a master, he couldn't truthfully admit that under the influence of the poisonous miasma, the apprentice he saw was a scorpion, with swords drawn and bows drawn, showing the posture of towering over the sky...

Feng Changhuan thought, maybe the scene presented by the poisonous miasma of the lonely island varies from person to person, and it is the most urgent desire and the most real fear in everyone's heart.

Nightmares are scary because they are real.

If it is said that Yu Fuchen is afraid that he will die and abandon him, then he desires... No! !

no no no!He doesn't admit it! !

How could the wolf cub know that in just a short moment, his master was already imagining, and various unsightly images flashed in his mind, and his ears were about to bleed.

Fortunately, Feng Changhuan in his eyes is withered bones, with no demeanor.

The old ghost was inexplicably rejoicing, but Yu Fuchen was confused, looking at the indistinct flush on the skull's face, confused, rubbing his eyes, he could only think that he was hallucinating.

The farce was over with a laugh, and soon returned to the topic, the most urgent thing is to try to get out of the lonely island, not the time to talk about love.

"Master, who took you captive to the isolated island?"

"Kuroko."

"..."

...Are you trying to say that a living man can't even beat a rabbit? ?

Feng Changhuan said angrily: "After raising that animal for so long, he was bitten back. If I knew this, I might as well raise a dog, right?"

"..."

He sat up, resting his chin on his knees, resting his chin on his hands, and said again: "I was careless. I haven't found out that Heizi is an old friend for so long. His skill is higher than mine. If he didn't deliberately investigate, he wouldn't be able to find it." Can't see it."

"This old man, if I'm not mistaken, is Feng Zehuan."

"Don't call him that, this guy doesn't deserve to use my Gufeng clan's surname...wait? You...know him?"

"Master, I saw him in the poisonous illusion. His appearance and figure are very similar to yours, which made me almost admit my mistake. He covered his eyes with black gauze, and embroidered a phoenix with gold thread. There is a phoenix on the left shoulder and neck. It's an old injury, right?"

As he spoke, he made gestures on his body.

"Feng Changhuan" rolled his eyes, with a sly expression, well concealed by the illusion, secretly thinking about how to make Yu Fuchen give up all his previous efforts and catch him without a fight, obediently looking for things for himself.

Now Yu Fuchen didn't have the ability to fight against him, he didn't dare to act rashly, being detained in Guyu was just a warning, it was human nature to go to the doctor in a hurry, he didn't believe that the little wild wolf would turn a blind eye to his master's suffering.

Thinking of this, he helped Yu Fuchen stand up, patted the dust off his body, pointed to the distance and asked, "Xingzhi, what did you see?"

The latter was still unable to calm down in the terror of the poisonous phantom, so he answered truthfully without opening his eyes.The man said again: "Xingzhi, let go of the fear in your heart, it is true that the poisonous miasma is still there, you will have hallucinations, but it shouldn't be like this. You close your eyes and ask yourself why you are afraid."

Yu Fuchen admitted that he was afraid, afraid that his unknown past would be unbearable to look back on, and that he would be the chief culprit in causing tragedies in the world, so that there would be devastation and corpses everywhere.

Regardless of whether Feng Changhuan had reservations about him or told the truth, he would still believe Master, wouldn't he?That being the case, why hesitate?

Opening his eyes again, the scene really changed.

The previously flowing sea of ​​blood has become a silent and moving dark river, and the mountain of corpses that go straight into the sky has become a stone gate that cannot be seen at a glance.

The blood-colored scene suddenly became dim, and Yu Fuchen had a hard time adapting to it for a while. On the other hand, Feng Changhuan finally transformed from a jade bone into a flesh body, still as clear as the moon.

"Xingzhi, we were all deceived. Your hallucinations caused by the poisonous miasma did not originate from the Isle of Second Coming, but were controlled by the poisonous mist when you first passed through here."

"Isn't it..."

"I'm afraid that the Sea Dragon Palace and the Shark Emperor you see are all forged illusions."

As he said that, he took Yu Fuchen's hand and walked towards the stone gate, but after walking two steps, there was no result. Seeing that Yu Fuchen was still standing where he was, he felt a little annoyed.

"What are you still doing? We have to get out of here quickly!"

"But Master, I have never mentioned to you that I saw the Emperor Shark in the underwater palace, how did you know?"

Yu Fuchen looked directly at the person, fully seeing the accident that flashed in the other person's eyes, and mercilessly slapped the person directly on the left shoulder and neck.

Sure enough, it's still Feng Zhehuan!

He made a sudden attack, but the other party dodged immediately, but because of the wavering in his heart, he was still caught by the wrist, twisting his whole arm behind his back, unable to fight back, Yu Fuchen crushed him to the ground and begged for mercy.

"Wrong wrong wrong... wrong! Apology! I apologize!!"

"What's the use of apologizing? What's your purpose, you wicked monster? Where is my master!!"

The strength intensified a little, but Feng Zehuan, who was in pain, let out a scream and passed out unexpectedly.

Just when Yu Fuchen was amazed at the low combat power of the Xuanji Tower, almost powerless, a sneer suddenly came from behind:

"Tsk, you're so impatient-fuck, you're so ridiculous, with this kind of virtue, you're not afraid of being tricked to death on the bed by the Supreme Immortal..."

The author has something to say: Milk dust had a nightmare in the poisonous fantasy, whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement, whether it was the annihilation of human nature or the loss of morality, please pay attention to the next issue of "Entering the World of Cultivation" (no.

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