Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Bai Qinghan didn't respond to Mo Qianlin for a long time, and even Yu Fuchen was embarrassed to watch. Others are Xiaobiesheng newlyweds, but these two people have a difficult relationship, even if they are close at hand, they seem to be far away from each other. Please, but the other one can't avoid it.

Fortunately, Feng Changhuan said in time to ease the situation: "Bai Tiantian, it's been a long time since you've been away for so many years, it's fine if you don't want to see me, you should always see my apprentice. You retired when he was born, even if you heard about him, it's okay. You don’t want to see him with your own eyes because you’re catching wind and shadows from rumors?”

Bai Qinghan hummed, agreeing with his words.

"It's time to look at the late student who can save your life from the predicament of Lingxue Palace."

After all, he slowly opened his eyes.

The color of Bai Qinghan's pupils is different from that of ordinary people, the eyes glowing with faint blue light are like the stars dotted in the night, blue and clear, as if one can look into the bottom of the heart at a glance.

But Yu Fuchen also remembered what his master once taught him "When the water is clear, there will be no fish", and he vaguely felt that being born with such a pair of pupils might not be a good thing for Bai Qinghan.

"Yinghuo guards the heart, the lone star of the devil. Fahua-jun, you have really caused a terrible mess."

"I want you to take care of..."

Before Yu Fuchen could react, Feng Changhuan became upset. Gu Zi sulked and turned to leave, but after taking a few steps, he realized that the man hadn't followed.

Mo Qianlin still wanted to keep him, but suddenly remembered that in Kunlun, he was a respected and distinguished guest, but here in Bai Qinghan, he was an uninvited guest, so he had no qualifications to keep someone.

The moment of hesitation gave that person a chance to speak.

"There will be a good show tomorrow. Whether you can get out of the predicament depends on whether you master and apprentice are willing to cooperate with the performance."

As his name suggests, Bai Qinghan has a cool and cold temperament, and with a sweep of the whisk, he sent the two of them away, along with the unwelcome Mo Qianlin, and settled down in peace.

When they came back to their senses, the three of them were already in the guest room of Kunlun.

Mo Qianlin had a "vowed love" to Feng Changhuan, so he was no stranger to him, so he should have a few courteous greetings.

But after hearing the gossip between the master and the apprentice, he guessed that the relationship between the two was not simple, not just the master and the apprentice, but he pulled Yu Fuchen to hook his shoulders and put his back on his back, and waved his hands under the staring gaze of astonishment. Swaggeringly abducted his beloved disciple from Feng Changhuan.

"This kid borrowed me tonight, and I'm worried that no one will drink with me."

"Mo...cough! Sovereign, I still have to take care of Master, I'm afraid..."

"What do you take care of? It doesn't matter if you don't sleep with me for one night. If you refuse, maybe I will make a slip of the tongue after drinking. Tomorrow, everyone in Kunlun will know what happened to you two."

"..."

The head of the Sword Sect is indeed a wild and wild man outside the customs.

After all, he came uninvited, and he was worried that his master would be caught by someone. Yu Fuchen had no taste for this supper, and he was absent-minded the whole time, but Mo Qianlin seemed to use wine to drown his sorrows. When the cup is filled with sorrow, it is considered the beginning of complaining, and he asked in bewilderment:

"Boy=, if you are sorry for Mr. Fahua, will you stay by his side with shame?"

"I am ashamed of my master."

"It's true, but you won't be like me, who went crazy for no reason, and made a big mistake when you woke up."

Yu Fuchen sighed: "I broke Master's cultivation method and destroyed half of his life."

Mo Qianlin complained bitterly: "My spirit is against him, but he sacrificed his life to save me but hurt himself."

Yu Fuchen: "In the past, I didn't know much about things, and I didn't understand that what he did was for my Chang'an."

Mo Qianlin: "Even if I learned the truth, I still lost his trust completely."

The two were sick and sympathetic to each other, they hit it off right away, and they talked very speculatively, they drank all night, the matter was not resolved, but they had more friends.

If it weren't for being disturbed by the rooster crowing at dawn and the people getting up in the morning, maybe three long incense sticks would be able to draw a picture of Guan Erye on the spot.

When Yu Fuchen carried the intoxicated Mo Qianlin back to his room, smelling heavily of alcohol, he met Feng Changhuan who was looking for him when he went out.

His complexion is not very good, his eyes are black and blue, it should be because he is not used to changing the pillow, and there is no one around him to accompany him.

But he was in a good mood, holding a corn cob and biting it, and when he saw him, he took out a hot one from his arms and stuffed it in his hand to warm it up.

"Looking at you like this, you must have been drinking all night. The hangover is not good."

"...The wine outside the pass is too strong, I still have a headache, but it's you, Master. It's not time for breakfast, who made this small stove for you?"

"A female cultivator from the Yuehua clan, she is beautiful and gentle. Seeing that I am good-looking, she gave me corn syrup, a specialty of Heshuo."

What he can say calmly is definitely not as simple as it sounds...

Suspicion arose in Yu Fuchen's heart, he couldn't believe his mouth, and asked worriedly: "You probably didn't say anything superfluous."

"No."

The little wild wolf was about to let go of the heart hanging in his throat, but the man added quietly: "She asked me what my name was, and I answered it. It's nothing strange."

As if God responded to his words, just as he finished speaking, a group of menacing famous monks in different costumes appeared behind Feng Changhuan's invisible.

Some came from Yujian, some came from stepping on the wind, and some even just got up from the bed, shivering in the freezing cold with their belts untied.

"Master..."

"Ok?"

"Is it too late for us to run now..."

In the end, there was no suspense. The Feng family demon and his cheap apprentice were all arrested and brought to justice, their hands were bound by spirit locks, and they were pushed to the Qingxin Hall under the crowd's push.

As if it had been arranged long ago, Liu Changting and Bai Qinghan both drank tea silently in the upper seat. One was admiring the fine ice-cracked porcelain collected by his sect, while the other was concentrating on smoothing the hair of the whisk. When they arrived, they pretended to be surprised in an exaggerated manner.

Mo Qianlin was drunk and unconscious, and happened to escape the trial, while Yi Wanshui, who was trained by him yesterday, became speechless, but his confidence increased greatly. I don't know whose reassurance he took. He was escorted to the palace, and there was an outcry on the spot.

"Monster!! You are the one who harmed... my disciple 36 Pei, and I want you to pay for it today... with my life!!"

Although he is a junior, he does have the right to shout, but Yu Fuchen used Jiu Jin to stare at this young man who is really unattractive and looks about the same age as himself.

"who are you?"

"Presumptuous! I can, but Yi Wanshui, the acting head of 36 Pei!!"

"A bowl of water? How about a pot of tea, please speak softly, don't scare my master."

"..."

Among the venerables who were seated, the old man Gu Lan, the head of Wu Shandu, was just stuffed with a shut-up pill by Bai Qinghan yesterday, so he has no reason to come forward again, but these elders have also discussed in private, otherwise they will remain silent yesterday, let alone talk about it. The word Bu Nian'an will not speak at this time.

"The culprit in the chaotic cultivator world has been arrested, and I hope Lord Jiumeng will give an explanation to convince the living and let the dead rest in peace."

Liu Changting nodded, and with just one finger, Elder Tianji stepped forward and retreated the idlers to the outside of the hall, leaving only the heads of each faction and the two "criminals".

Kunlun, who let Feng Changhuan go away due to a mistake and concealed something from the Twelve States, is inconvenient to speak out in this case, otherwise he will be easily regarded as an accomplice. Being biased is only one of them, and the impact on Kunlun's position is irreversible Therefore, Liu Changting handed over the full power to Bai Qinghan to handle the situation.

Seeing that everyone put their eyes and hopes on him, Bai Qinghan let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the responsibility is heavy.

"Let's let the head of 36 Pi, who was the first to have the tragedy, explain the case. What was the situation at the time, how many people were killed, and how did they die? Is there any evidence that Feng Changhuan did it?"

Yi Wanshui got up and walked to the front of the hall, bowed to the four people, and said, "Mr. Jiumeng, Dao... Reverend Daoxuan, please listen to this junior. Half a year ago, four of my disciples from the 36th floor were drinking and composing in the Zuiyue Building in Yangzhou City. ……do……"

"Make-love??!"

"Zuo... Le. On the day when the incident happened, someone witnessed the whole process, saying... that the four disciples were brutally dismembered, and died in a miserable state, and Feng Changhuan was seen wandering around the scene. This, this is the witness."

"Oh? That is to say, the acting head didn't see it with his own eyes, and it all depends on one person's testimony, but that's the case?"

Finding that the wind direction has changed quietly and the situation is developing in an unfavorable direction, Yi Wanshui hastily denied: "Yes... and no! It is well known that Feng's monster is good at using the cold blade, besides, besides, he used to hurt people because of this. The cold blade inflicts damage, and the evidence is as solid as a mountain!"

Elder Gu Lan chimed in: "That's true. The disciple Wu Shandu was injured by him once said that he was injured by the cold blade, and the ultimate move of the cold blade is to piercing the heart and splitting the body. He can't deny it."

Bai Qinghan frowned, closing his eyes so that he couldn't fully see the subtle changes in the expressions of the people present, but he also reminded the other person in a timely manner.

Xiao Chen finally raised his eyes, put Cang Mang back in his sleeve, and said coldly: "I was also in Yangzhou City that day, and happened to meet the tragedy in Zuiyue Tower, and fought against the two of them."

"How's it going?"

"Yu Xingzhi's serious injury to Cang Mang is well known, and it's a hidden pain that I don't want to mention, so I won't go into details. As for Feng Changhuan, even if it happened half a year later, the wound on his waist bitten by Cang Mang has not fully recovered. You can still see the abnormality, if Cang Mang can easily injure him, the four murdered disciples will not be powerless to fight back."

Xiao Chen has a grudge against Feng Changhuan, and it is well known that he once wanted to put him to death. He has absolutely no reason to help Feng Changhuan out of danger, so his words carry a lot of weight.

Although Yi Wanshui is young and energetic, he is not a fool. He already felt that the case was full of doubts, but he was dazzled by the tragic death of his disciple, especially after hearing Xiao Chen's testimony.

"Those four or four disciples are all the best of their generation. Even if they are caught by surprise... they are attacked, and they won't die inexplicably... er, unprepared."

Bai Qinghan signaled Yi Wanshui to step down, and turned to Bu Nian'an with a solemn expression.

"Reverend Daoxu might as well explain the case."

"Two disciples died tragically during the stay of the Feng clan monster in Lingxue Palace, and their heads were in different places. This matter is well known in the twelve states, and they even encircled and suppressed the monster in the Northland..."

"Wait! If it's Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen, they are still alive and well!"

The author has something to say: It would be a pity that Milk Chen and Sect Master Mo didn't ask for help...