Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Alone, blowing the cold wind from the fairyland, Feng Changhuan, who was looking at the misery in the distant mountains in the cold weather, squatted under the pine tree, with his cheeks in his hands and a look of pain.

He was worried about his apprentice's safety, and he knew that with Bai Qinghan's temperament, he would not put on airs. If every whip was drawn with full strength, he would lose most of his life in the end.

"Xiao Zhier..." he muttered to himself.

At the end, a bloody blurred figure appeared in the line of sight, and upon closer inspection, it was Yu Fuchen... hugging the unconscious Bai Qinghan.

Feng Changhuan hurried forward to meet them, his eyes wandered between the two, for a moment he didn't know whether he should care about the unconscious one or the bloody one.

The outstretched hand turned and turned, and Yu Fuchen panted heavily: "Master, I'm fine, you can quickly see what's wrong with Xi Jun..."

"He's seriously ill, Buyinlou! Hurry up and invite the head of Mo!!"

Bu Yinlou was frightened to death, and thought it was someone who was secretly against Bai Qinghan, and heard that it was an old illness, so he let go of his hanging heart a little.

Before leaving, Feng Changhuan also ordered: "Remember not to publicize this matter, and don't notify Lord Jiumeng for the time being, so as not to cause complications."

Yu Fuchen helped carry the man to the inner room to rest, only to realize that he was also injured, he moved his stiff shoulder a little, gasping for air in pain.

Seeing his blood congealed on his back, and the deep-bone wound turning outward ferociously, Feng Changhuan felt distressed and wanted to treat the wound for him, but was afraid that his clumsy hands would hurt him, so he could only follow behind him and sniff.

Yu Fuchen smiled helplessly, thinking in his heart that he hadn't seen the crying master for a long time, and he didn't feel the freshness that he hadn't seen for a long time, but he felt uncomfortable as if his internal organs were being pulled, which was better than the pain of the wound.

"Master, don't cry, it's called adding salt to the wound."

With a messy face and a strong nasal voice, the man still refused to admit it, snorted, and moved away a little to prevent tears from dripping on his wound.

"Let you be a hero, now I know it hurts..."

"That is necessary. If Master suffers this injury, I will feel a hundred times more sad than now. The pain is better than the heartache."

Full of nonsense, Feng Chang said happily that he was really his apprentice.

The master and apprentice faced each other affectionately, while Mo Qianlin, who was full of alcohol, stumbled forward with Buyinlou on the other side, only Bai Qinghan was in his eyes, cleverly ignoring the two of them, rushing up and shouting: "Uncle Yi!!"

"Yi...Uncle??"

Feng Changhuan stuck out his tongue and waved his sleeve to fan Yu Fuchen's wound.

"Bai Tiantian and his father, Mo Yanzhen, are of the same generation, so it's not too much to be called uncle. Buyinlou! Go and ask a doctor to heal Xingzhi!!"

The young master Buda who had just caught his breath went out in a hurry, and then changed to Feng's master and apprentice eating melons, just like the night before, they were close together, quietly watching a lingering love.

Mo Qianlin, who was sober, came to the bed, hesitated to speak, tried to touch the man's face several times, but in the end he didn't have the courage, so he put his backhand on Bai Qinghan's cool hand, picked him up, and pulled him into his arms .

The man's face was pale, his lips were purple from suffocation, the veins on his forehead were bulging, he was exhaling more than he was inhaling, his whole body was trembling with sweat, Mo Qianlin knew that he had a relapse of a serious illness.

"Uncle Yi, why is this happening? Where's your medicine?"

Bai Qinghan still had a sliver of consciousness, and also had an extraordinary desire to survive. While his chest heaved violently, he stretched out his fingers to his chest.

Mo Qianlin understood it, and immediately reached into his clothes, and touched the drop-shaped white porcelain bottle in his bosom.

Inside the porcelain bottle is the elixir that Bai Qinghan obtained from the Eastern Sea Medical School in the early years, which can greatly relieve his symptoms, but it is a pity that Patriarch Yikui can't do anything about it, and he can't cure the chronic illness. The less obvious.

Even the life-saving medicine ran out, Mo Qianlin poured out the last one from it, fed it between Bai Qinghan's teeth, and took it with warm water.

After a while, the strangeness of the man's body subsided, and he leaned on his shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Changhuan raised his arm, poked the dazed little wild wolf, and deliberately lowered his voice: "See if you can't ask for it. Mo Jijiu is interested in him, but Bai Tiantian just turns a blind eye, tsk tsk tsk~"

Yu Fuchen really didn't realize that his master was such a gossip before, but most of the focus was on that fierce voice...

Bai Tiantian, Mo Jiji, Xiao Xiaoxiao...

Mr. Huaxueyue was teased by him all over, this person is quite courageous.

"Master, does Jiumengjun also have a nickname?"

"He, Liu Mengmeng."

"..."

It just so happened that Buyinlou invited someone to heal Yu Fuchen, and Mo Qianlin also left the room to let Bai Qinghan settle down.

The four of them went to the compartment together to deal with the injuries. Feng Changhuan disliked the extra followers behind him.

"Do you want to wash off the smell of alcohol and come back?"

"Our brothers are so close that we don't need to wash our hair when we meet."

"..."

A certain person focused on watching the blackened and dried blood near the wound being washed by the doctor. At first, Yu Fuchen couldn't bear the pain, so he let out a cry of "Aww", seeing that the man was about to shed tears. Shut up obediently immediately.

From then on, no matter how big or small the injury was, he dared not utter a word. The pain was so severe that he could only hold back his breath, which was very pitiful.

He was in pain throughout the whole process, suffering from the distress of seeing Feng Changhuan's eyes reddened, and finally wailed a few times in retaliation after the bandage was applied, which was so exaggerated that Feng Changhuan no longer felt sad.

Mo Qianlin could speak only after a major matter had been settled.

This bold and unrestrained man outside the Guan had no exquisite thoughts, and he didn't see the affection between the master and the apprentice that had pierced the window paper a long time ago. The nervous body was sandwiched between the two of them and sighed, destroying the tenderness of this moment.

Mo Qianlin: "Oh!"

Feng Changhuan: "..."

Yu Fuchen: "..."

Mo Qianlin: "Oh!!"

Feng Changhuan: "..."

Yu Fuchen: "...Master Mo, get out of the way and prevent me from seeing Master."

The majestic seven-foot man, the macho man outside the pass, unexpectedly showed embarrassment when he mentioned sad things.

"Fahua-jun, Uncle Yi's illness...how can I deal with it?"

Seeing Yu Fuchen's puzzled face, Feng Changhuan explained on his behalf: "Bai Qinghan suffers from a chronic illness and was born with a weak heart. He would often be like this today. If it wasn't that his physique was not really suitable for cultivation, maybe he would have competed with Bai Aoshi back then. The head of Lingxue Palace is now. His illness is not cured well, even Patriarch Yikui is helpless, and we have nothing to do, unless..."

Feng Changhuan felt that his words seemed to be deliberately guiding, which would cause people to misunderstand, so he stopped his mouth in a hurry, completely unaware of how itchy his heart was when he heard half of what he said, Mo Qianlin blinked anxiously, and Yu Fuchen was also eager to ask for a solution .

Although no one asked questions, the two of them stared at him eagerly, and Feng Changhuan couldn't swallow the words, so he had to tell the truth.

"Five major sorcerers, and three major secret methods. Even if he knows that this is a life-saving method, with his temperament, he will give up his human nature and become a fairy and become a demon, just to protect himself?"

Mo Qianlin remained silent, while Yu Fuchen was thoughtful.

If it wasn't for the presence of outsiders, he might talk too much. If so, why did Master do it in the first place?

In fact, it was useless to ask this question, he knew it was for himself, secretly rejoiced that he did not make a slip of the tongue, and looked at Mo Qianlin beside him.

The latter's complexion is serious, and when he looks serious, he really has the inaccessible coldness and the ferocity of a major event.

"I just didn't expect that after all these years of retiring, his illness still could not be alleviated, and even intensified. When I heard the news of his death, I was devastated, and I mentioned it after many years. It is also an unbearable pain in my heart. I have to say, Although it hurts to see him like this, I still have a little peace of mind, after all... this illness cannot be faked, and he really came back."

The feelings he expressed might not be the same as what Yu Fuchen experienced earlier, he could understand this very well, patting Sect Master Mo on the shoulder was considered comforting.

"If you like it, go after it, time waits for no one, how do you say it... Time is the longest confession of love??"

"...What kind of bullshit about youthful pain is this, is I still at that youthful age?"

"No, you are Xiyanghong, you are already old, and your skin is still so thin, you are not afraid that he is shy..."

For a while, he slipped his tongue, but before Mo Qianlin could react, Yu Fuchen covered his mouth first, and timidly glanced at Feng Changhuan, who was lowering his head, with a gloomy and murderous look on his whole body.

"Wait... Master, listen to my explanation!!"

"Sunset red?"

"no……"

"Thin-skinned??"

"No……"

"shy???"

"I……"

A heart-piercing scream awakened the sleeping Bai Qinghan, and a breath of dead air pressed against his chest, making him unconscious and confused.

During the nightmare, many images flashed through his mind. He thought that when he looked back on his life, the most unforgettable thing would be the extremely cold years he spent in the northern regions when he practiced swordsmanship and comprehension. Could this... be the past that he never forgets the most?

No, he doesn't admit it.

Bai Qinghan gritted his teeth and stood up, meditating and adjusting his breath while pressing his heart that was still in pain.

Every time he recited the "Qing Jing Sutra", he would get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind and feel the magic of the unity of man and nature, but after returning to the world of mortals, everything changed...

When the chaotic thoughts made it difficult for him to meditate, so that he aggravated his illness and discomfort, and had to relax and relieve it, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar beautiful face.

"Mr. Fahua, are you here to visit? Thank you."

"No, I'm here to be a lobbyist."

At this time, Feng Changhuan was no different from before he was alive, he only showed a serious look to his lover, but sometimes he was well-behaved and sometimes mischievous in front of the elders.

Just like at this moment, he was half-kneeling on the ground, resting his chin on the bed and quietly watching Bai Qinghan. For a moment, the latter had the illusion that he was still ten years ago.

"Do you know your own situation? You have caused trouble for Kunlun and Xiujie, and you have become the target of public criticism. What qualifications do you have to be a lobbyist for others?"

"Don't say that, Bai Tiantian, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy together. I want you to be happy with me."

"It's happiness to me that you don't cause trouble anymore."

The man smiled slightly: "It's not the same. What Mo Qianlin can give you is freedom and freedom. You are in the Taoist sect. Don't you want to experience the joy of Zhuang Jun?"

"Oh? Is it the joy of dreaming butterflies?"

"No, it's the joy of Kunpeng."

The author has something to say: Today I have saved the manuscript code to chapter 129, and the milk dust filled with love talk skills is so sweet that my eyes shine, and the whole person becomes happy! !

Thank you for reading the text, cute~