Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

That man's fiery back was extremely lonely in the bleakness, Yu Fuchen didn't dare to recognize him for a while.

In fact, he knew it, even if it turned into ashes, he would still recognize Master...

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

The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, which really complied with his libretto.

The man was deaf, and still sang incomprehensible tunes, showing loneliness.

Yu Fuchen reached forward, wanting to hold him in his arms, to comfort him that he no longer has to worry, don't need to be afraid, the world is so big, even if he is a wanderer, he is willing to be with him.

It's a pity that the person's hostility towards him is like a stranger, before he can get close, a dazzling aura pushes him far away.

Before that, Feng Changhuan did deliberately conceal his strength, but that was when his nature was still there and it was difficult to kill people.

Now he is full of hostility, filled with violence, he has lost his mind, and he can't even recognize the apprentice he has in mind.

So this merciless slap on the body would cause extra pain, causing Yu Fuchen, who was caught off guard and fell into the ruins, to vomit a mouthful of blood.

It has been a long time since he was beaten by someone unprepared. Yu Fuchen dragged his wounded body forward, and as expected, he was attacked by that person again, and this time he went one step further than before. It was this slight concession that gave Yu Fuchen the confidence to advance further.

He was beaten back time and time again, and he stood up again and again. I don't know where the perseverance came from, and he insisted on going forward after being beaten more than ten times.

Xu Shi's perseverance touched Feng Changhuan. When Yu Fuchen was covered in bruises and barely had the strength to stand up again, he finally put away his exercises and did not push him away again.

The man never turned his head back, he lowered his eyes to look at the things in his palm, and let Yu Fuchen approach.

After being away for many days, thoughts welled up in his heart, and Yu Fuchen, who learned that the man had suffered too much, hugged Feng Changhuan himself.

The old ghost in red was startled by the sudden hug, he intended to push the person away again, but he didn't want to stretch out his hand this time, but was held in the warm palm of the person.

"Don't do any more exercises. You are not in good health and your injuries haven't recovered yet. When you fully recover, you can beat me however you want, okay?"

"You have blood on your hands."

That was the scar from the fragments of the crystal ball.

Yu Fuchen smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as I find you, I won't be in vain, come back with me, okay?"

The man turned his head to look at him, and quickly averted his gaze, like a naive child.

"I hit you a hundred times and I rewarded you with a candy. Forgive me for remembering the sweetness of this candy. Next time, I will go further. I will hit you a hundred times and give you two candies."

"At least there is one more candy, right? I believe that one day you will be reluctant to beat me."

Feng Changhuan pouted, not agreeing.

Yu Fuchen saw that what he was holding in his hand was a white flower tied with paper.

"This is?"

"He's good, he's not good...he's good, he's not good..."

The crazy Feng Changhuan continued his boring and pathetic childish divination again, tearing off the petals made of paper, muttering in a low voice whether the person he cared about was good or bad, until a paper flower was torn apart and only the branches remained: " He, he is not good..."

He almost collapsed and inserted his hands into his pale hair, his eyes were full of horror, and he endured the severe pain in his head.

"He's not good...he's not good, I have to find him, I have to find him..."

After thinking about it, Feng Changhuan got up in a daze, and Feng Changhuan hopped a few steps with his legs lame, making a heavy rubbing sound as he moved, his feet were bound by heavy chains, making it impossible to move an inch.

But Feng Changhuan was struggling, persistent, and completely ignored the torn wound between his waist and legs. Yu Fuchen felt distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly pulled him into his arms.

Knowing that at this moment his mind is fragile and will break at the slightest touch, Yu Fuchen didn't dare to stimulate his consciousness, so he helped him to sit down, picked up a paper flower from the ground, and said softly:

"You take him too seriously. You always hope that he will be well and ignore yourself. In fact, he is not worthy of being worried and cared about by you. Even if his conscience is disturbed, he deserves punishment. Try to take him lightly, and maybe the end will be the same. It's different."

"No...he is really important to me." Feng Changhuan rubbed his head trying to remember: "But who is he...I can't remember him."

"You only remember that one person is important to you, but you forget who he is, right?"

Feng Changhuan nodded.

"Then let me tell you the story with Master, would you like to listen?"

At this moment, Feng Changhuan had no murderous intentions, and his vigilance was lowered a lot. Yu Fuchen took advantage of the situation and told every detail of what he had seen in the mysterious and difficult illusion, and that person was really touched.

Yu Fuchen said: "Master always treats me with giving, but I only have incomprehension and complaints towards Master. I don't understand the meaning of everything he does, so that I escaped alone for many years. When I finally turned my prodigal son back, he was still there He stopped on the ground, holding a bright light, for fear that I would get lost in the wind and rain. Even if he no longer remembers himself, he still stays where he is and waits for my return one day. This is his instinct, and it is irreparable in my life. owe."

He added: "I owe my master too much, and I will never pay it back in this lifetime, so now I want to take him back and make it up to me."

The man's EQ was too low, so he didn't hear the meaning of his words, so he nodded noncommittally: "Well, you do owe him too much, you should pay it back."

"Have you ever thought that the master in my mouth is..."

"It's not me. My apprentice is much more worry-free. If it's really you, I have to lose three to five hundred years of my life."

"..."

The truth seems to be...not bad.

"My apprentice, he is the most obedient... He will think of me first in everything, and I have to drink the first sip of soup first when eating noodles, but he is good... But he, but I lost him... Find me I can't remember him anymore, I can't even remember what his name is or what he looks like..."

Yu Fuchen held Feng Changhuan's hand, seeing the dark clouds in the sky getting lower and lower, he knew he couldn't stay here for a long time, so he boldly sat beside him, and when the man was confused, he recited the mantra he had just learned.

Feng Changhuan's right hand was grabbed by someone, and his fingers were interlocked. He was about to lose his temper when he suddenly felt a hot spiritual force rushing into his body.

Powerful, with a hint of unfamiliar greenness.

Yu Fuchen's primordial spirit came out of his body, and took the opportunity of clasping his palms together with Feng Changhuan to transfer his spiritual consciousness into that person's body.

In a blink of an eye, there is a dark place full of thorns in front of you.

He entered with bated breath, trying to clear the fog, but he underestimated the darkness in Feng Changhuan's heart, so that he was shocked when he saw the tragic scene of thorns all over the place.

Under the darkness, the flow of the dark river can be vaguely discerned, and there is a clear sound of gurgling water, but it makes the quiet place even more frightening.

The blood moon hangs high in the sky, it is the full moon of the sixteenth, abnormally round.

There was something weird everywhere, and the air was suffocating.

Yu Fuchen walked hard all the way, and he didn't care about the bloodstained body by thorns until he saw the scene reflected in the previous crystal ball.

Feng Changhuan's consciousness was blurred, his eyes were lifeless, his hands were tied high up, and he sat powerlessly.

His whole body was swallowed by the black mud, only his hands and face were eye-catching and clean, and he was unwilling to join forces, and finally insisted on the bottom line.

The turbulent mud below him splashed out in all directions, but his unfocused eyes stared blankly at everything, unmoved.

"Master, it's me...don't you recognize me?"

Yu Fuchen tried to recall the man's consciousness by speaking out, but unfortunately to no avail.

"Master, you said you would not leave me alone, how can you go back on it again and again? Master, can you see me?"

The man finally had an unexpected reaction.

He blinked and looked at Yu Fuchen.

The black and red pupils burst into strange brilliance in an instant, exuding a murderous aura.

Yu Fuchen wanted to stop him from hurting others and himself before he went crazy, but it was still a step too late. The cold air that hit his face almost tore the skin of his body, and the storm mixed with ice slag whizzed past, and there was a sudden expression on his face. A few bloodstains were scratched.

In the realm of consciousness, Yu Fuchen's fragile primordial spirit was single and weak, so that his spiritual energy, which could have resisted this blow, was broken and it was difficult to gather strength again.

He knew that once his consciousness was killed in the realm of consciousness, his physical body would also lose its power of action, no different from a dead person, so he had to be careful, only by protecting himself could he have the possibility of saving that person.

Unwilling to be strangled at this point, he escaped the attack of Feng Changhuan's spiritual consciousness in a mad state, and persuaded: "Master! I have hurt you deeply, there is nothing wrong with you wanting to kill me, but it is only natural for me to want to save you! Master , please be sober, becoming a puppet of a demon will only make you lose yourself, Master! Come back, please!!"

Feng Changhuan had no sense at all, let out a low growl, and waved his hand, and the deadly black mud hit.

Yu Fuchen, who was splashed by the mud, suddenly felt numb and weak. He watched the wound widen and fester, but there was nothing he could do, barely dodging the man's next attack.

"Master! You should be more sober. How can you be a puppet manipulated by them when you are so jealous and ruthless?"

In dodging again and again, Yu Fuchen's strength was exhausted, and he knelt down under the pressure he couldn't bear.

Looking at Feng Changhuan who is approaching at every step, he finally knows the biggest difference between himself and his master...

Yu Fuchen sighed, tear-stained, and forced a smile.

He resolutely knelt down towards the filthy black mud that was enough to dissolve the primordial spirit, ignoring the wear and tear of his spiritual body and the severe pain, he opened his arms and embraced the expressionless Feng Changhuan, and held the sluggish man with both hands. s face.

The last sentence is a plea.

He said: "Master, please, remember how you felt when you endured the unwarranted whipping for me, when you reiterated in front of people that I was your apprentice and not a monster, and when you pushed me off the cliff of Tianyu..."

I'm full of crimes, and I don't regret dying.

And you are so clean, you should not be stained by the world.

"Master, if you can..."

Master, if possible, I hope this time I will die on your behalf...

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