Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

This person is dressed in red clothes that look like blood, his long hair is also scorching red, his complexion is almost sickly pale, and his eyes are like bottomless deep pools.

The features are too obvious, Yu Fuchen recognized him at a glance, it was the blood-clothed man who saved Feng Changhuan's life halfway on the day he escaped from Lingxue Palace.

He couldn't help the strength of Panasonic's hand, gave Feng Zehuan room to breathe, and said back: "It's really lucky that you can make sarcastic remarks about me..."

"Otherwise, do I still have to praise you?"

"It's all your fault, if you didn't leave the mess to me alone, why would I have to suffer?"

"A trash admits that he is a trash, shame on him."

Smelling a sour smell of flirting, Yu Fuchen was reluctant to interrupt, he hesitated to speak several times, and finally broke out after a few rounds of verbal confrontation between the two: "Are you guys over yet?"

Feng Zehuan and Yu Tianyin have known each other for many years, and they would always quarrel when they met. This time, after seeing the jokes, it was inevitable that they couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Actually, I don't want to do this either, but we can't control him anymore."

"You mean my master?"

Feng Zehuan nodded: "You don't know the truth completely, and I can't tell you the truth. You only need to know that he came back from the dead, and that he is close to madness. I'm right, Yu Tianyin metropolitan?"

Yu Tianyin...

Yu Fuchen remembered this name, Xuannan once mentioned to him that he was the person in charge of Jiuyou Huahai and also the only man in the sect.

He lived in the Netherworld for a long time and seldom showed up. He even missed the gathering of the heads of the twelve states for many years, so that almost no one saw his true face.

In my impression, this high-cold suzerain should be an old man with white beard and hair, unkind. Seeing him so young, Yu Fuchen was really surprised, so that he didn't know how to speak.

Yu Tianyin said: "Back then, Feng Zhi was awakened by me after death. At that time, he was just a zombie without consciousness, but he searched for the lost apprentice in the village under Wuxiang Mountain by instinct. He was drenched in blood and his face was terrifying. , killed a lot of poultry and livestock, so that they were driven away as demons."

Yu Fuchen was more or less impressed with this matter, after all, he was in the Buddhist sect at the beginning of his memory.

At that time, Xu Wu once reported to Master Xu Yun that there were monsters haunting the village at the foot of the mountain. The old monk asked, "Have you ever harmed anyone?"

Nothingness replied: "No, I just frightened everyone."

"Then let him go..."

Thinking about it now, the old monk may know the secret.

"After the resurrection, Feng Changhuan has a special physique. Exposure to the sun will corrode his skin and flesh, so he has to stay out at night. He wandered all the way, searched all the way, and was finally taken away by Kunlun Immortal Venerable Liu Changting and imprisoned in Lingxiao Pagoda for ten years. Of course, these are all nonsense spread by the outside world, in fact, Jiumengjun also intends to help him revive, the detention is just a cover, for the real ten years, he has been sleeping in Jiuyou Huahai."

Yu Fuchen recalled the paintings left by Feng Changhuan back then, maybe that mysterious man in black robe was the Lord of the Xuanji Pagoda, this Feng Zhehuan in front of him.

"We tried our best and used multiple forbidden techniques and secret methods to let him see the light of day again. In fact, death is like a lamp being extinguished. There is no need to force this... Who made him have a pair of ghost pupils from you?"

Feng Zehuan's expression was complicated, it was hard to say whether he was happy or disappointed, perhaps it was more of a heavy despair.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yu Fuchen's eyes, but the latter ruthlessly avoided him and smiled dumbly.

"Don't think too much, I'm not trying to insult you, I just want...to see his eyes from before."

Yu Fuchen avoided getting emotional, and said coldly: "It's understandable if you said that you were revived because you missed his life, but why are you obsessed with his ghost eyes? What is your purpose!!"

"It's not me, it's Yu Tianyin. If it is possible, I also hope that he will be buried in peace, but I have watched him grow up since I was a child, how can I be willing to let him die unjustly? This is my deal with Yu Zongzhu, as long as he is brought back to life , I am willing to do whatever it takes, and the conditions given by Yu Zongzhu happen to be..."

"Use his ghost pupils and borrow his extraordinary strength. It's a pity that things backfired. Feng Zhinan has caused too much trouble for me. I have to say that I am very disappointed in him."

Yu Tianyin answered on his behalf.

He watched Yu Fuchen grit his teeth unwillingly, and knew that in the heart of this little wild wolf, there was nothing more important in the world than that person.

As long as Feng Zhinan's life can be saved, even if he is asked to bear everything instead of that person, he is willing.

Yu Tianyin smiled and said: "I know that you will not believe in one-sided words. The waste of all this energy is just to let you see the facts clearly. As long as you see the current situation of Feng Zhidi with your own eyes, you will definitely be touched."

He pointed to the towering stone gate in the distance and smiled meaningfully.

"Guyu became the country of the dead as early as ten years ago. Due to the close contact with the Chaosheng people, the islanders suffered from the nine heavenly curses and became ghouls who could not survive or die. They were afraid of the sun burning their bodies. The soul is out of the body, and the body is immortal, which is very similar to Feng Zhinan's original situation, so I will temporarily detain him here, which is not only his protection, but also his imprisonment."

Yu Fuchen remained silent, let go of Feng Zehuan, got up and looked at Yu Tianyin.

"How can you let him go?"

"It's very simple, two conditions. What I want is a tool that can contribute to Jiuyou Huahai. It doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead. You just need to obey my orders. If you can't wake him up The little consciousness that has been eaten away by violence, then you can only go to hell for him."

"Don't give me the first choice, I will find Master at all costs, even if the road ahead is a bottomless abyss, I will step down without complaint. He has paid too much for me, it is time to pay back Thank you Master."

After all, he walked towards Shimen without looking back.

Looking at his back, Feng Zehuan got up from the ground and glanced at Yu Tianyin.

"I expected to come to this point, why are you tossing Chang Huan? He will suffer three lives of tragic death, and it is rare to go through two calamities. Do you insist on taking away his happiness when he is the happiest?"

"No."

"You have. Not only that, but you also planted a seed called doubt in Yu Xingzhi's heart. In the future, it will take root and sprout as you wish, and make them turn against each other. The deeper the rift, the more they will split and be used by you... ..."

Yu Tianyin was a little disappointed, knowing that it was useless to argue, but in the end he just said lightly: "No."

At the same time, Yu Fuchen walked in front of the stone gate, feeling the oppression of dying, and it was difficult to breathe.

He put his hand on the stone door, feeling the bone-piercing touch.

A door away, close at hand is the master who suffered so much for him, and now he has accumulated so many memories that he doesn't know whether true or false, and he doesn't even know how to face that person.

I used to feel at ease, but now I feel ashamed and regretful.

"Master... I'm sorry for you, come back, okay?"

The stone door opened suddenly, and the oncoming cold wind made Yu Fuchen's eyes tingle.

He stared at the darkness ahead, and there was a clear crystal ball in the middle of the deep stone room, very similar to the one he saw in the Tingyu Building, emitting a faint light in the darkness, flickering on and off.

"That will show him what he is, and whatever you see don't make a fuss, don't freak him out."

Feng Zehuan's empty valley sound transmission lingered in his ears, and Yu Fuchen replied awkwardly: "You don't need to talk too much."

Then hold the crystal ball.

He tried his best to recall the happy time with that person in the past, but as long as he closed his eyes, there would be chaos and blood in his mind.

He will never forget the scene where Feng Changhuan disrupted his spiritual flow with spiritual power, forced the Luan knife into his chest, and fell down in a pool of blood with a wry smile.

"Master... No! Master!!"

His heart was shaking, and he could hardly restrain his trembling.

There was chaos in the crystal ball, and as he approached, the darkness was gradually enlarged.

He saw a familiar face with downcast eyes, sad and ecstasy, his lips were so red that he almost dripped blood, and his complexion was reflected even paler.

Feng Changhuan's eyes were dull, and he was stuck in the dark dead sea, drifting with the current, letting it go up and down, without any intention of struggling.

Yu Fuchen wanted to go further, but the crystal ball couldn't bear his powerful thoughts, and it exploded in an instant.

The fragments pierced the flesh of the palm, and the blood couldn't stop dripping.

While Yu Fuchen was stunned, the stone door behind him suddenly closed, and a dark corridor suddenly appeared in the way forward pointed out by the crystal ball.

Like a tomb passage, dead silent and suffocating.

It was Feng Zehuan's kind reminder: "What you saw just now was the scene in his realm of consciousness. Whether you remember it or not, when you were young, he used secret methods to enter your realm of consciousness many times to replace you. Alleviate the torment of demons."

"The Realm of Consciousness?"

"As long as the belief is strong enough, people can control the realm of consciousness that belongs to their own heart, which is the realm of consciousness. As a lord, you can control the overall situation in your own realm, and all spiritual power will become something outside your body. Your strength is determined by the lord. Your degree of recognition determines that if he looks down on you from the bottom of his heart, you may not reach his heart, and you will turn into a puddle of pus. Even so, do you still want to take the risk?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how can I enter the realm of consciousness?"

"Simple, gain his trust, control his spiritual flow, and then recite the spell."

噂湿沞沞 hi nest ye shut up.

This sentence is presented in words.

Yu Fuchen pulled out the fragments trapped in his palm, and stepped into the corridor resolutely. The rancid air lingered in his breath, making his stomach churn with discomfort.

It was hard for him to imagine that such a clean and innocent master would be imprisoned here. If this is the country of the dead, could it be that he himself who stepped here...wouldn't be able to find his former mortal path?

Yu Fuchen stopped for a moment, but he didn't look back to where he came from.

The blood was solidified in the palm of his hand, blurred, he sighed, closed his eyes and stepped into the strange land.

The moment his feet stepped in, the passage behind him suddenly disappeared.

"Master, I'm here to find you."

He said softly, slowly raising his eyes.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, layer upon layer, and the sky and the earth are dark.

As the wind gusts, paper money is flying all over the sky, like spirit banners fluttering on both sides of the dead rice paddies, crows flutter their wings and land on the dead bones to eat carrion and cry blood.

The country of the dead really lived up to its reputation.

Yu Fuchen avoided the dead bones under his feet, and took extra care with every step he took.

He saw an eye-catching blood in the plain white eyes, and his head was full of silver threads scattered in the wind, looking quite crazy from the back.

It seems to be far away from the mountains and seas, but there is a sad song in my ears:

"Xun is affectionate, but hopeless. Seeing Zhu Chengbi thinking one after another, haggard and scattered, I am Yijun. Who taught the red lotus night every year, and the two meditations know each other. Things are people, but things are not. The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. One When the spring is full of beauty and old age, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing..."

The author has something to say: "Xun is sentimental, but hopeless." From "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Wanqiu".

"Looking at Zhu Chengbi's thoughts, haggard and separated, I remember you." From "Ruyi Niang".

"Who taught the red lotus night every year, the two places of meditation know each other." From "Partridge Sky · Yuan Xi Have a Dream".

"Things are people, but things are not." From "Wuling Spring Spring Festival Evening".

"The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow." From "Will Enter the Wine·Don't See You".

"Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die." It comes from "The Song of Burying Flowers".

Master's libretto is a mixture of many poems with bleak artistic conceptions. Although he is insane, he is still very painful and sad... My heart hurts QAQ.

Thank you for reading the little cuties.