Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Yu Fuchen was lying face down on the couch with his upper body bare, looking up at the sky, the wound on his back was burning with pain, which made him extremely awake.

Feng Changhuan didn't know where he slipped away again, maybe he didn't want to face himself in such a mess, so he escaped, as if not coming to see him could change the fact that he had been whipped thirty times in public, which was embarrassing and hurtful.

"Being old and disrespectful, I am not serious all day long..."

The little wild wolf rubbed his forehead impatiently, the pillow under his jaw made him unable to open his mouth, his throat was so thirsty, and just when he was about to open his mouth to call someone, the door creaked and was pushed open .

The fairyland brought the snowy and clear cold wind into the house, and he couldn't help shivering, and after a moment when his vision was obscured by the mist, he saw clearly that the man was holding two bulging wind blowers in his frozen red hands. Changhuan.

The man was not in a hurry to close the door when he entered the room. He fiddled with the crack of the door for a long time, making a crisp sound, and then bounced to the bed.

When a certain person saw him like this, he forgot what he said just now, and said in a slightly amused and doting tone: "Master, can the walnuts caught in the door still nourish the brain?"

Feng Changhuan, who was excitedly about to stuff the crushed walnuts into his mouth, was startled, and thought about this question seriously, before he asked in a daze, "The apprentice who fell into the water can still have it?"

"..."

This person really is not serious all day long...

"Okay, I won't tease you, just now I went to be a lobbyist for Mo Jijiu, and I wanted to persuade Bai Tiantian not to reject his kindness again, but well, this man is hard-hearted, just rely on my one or two words But it won't melt."

"Besides, you must have selfish intentions."

"Sure enough, you understand me. I also told him about Qiangong's questioning, and hoped that he would help Guyu."

"The results of it?"

"He agreed, and he is still willing to visit Yuhuang, but he has to wait for him to recover and stay in Kunlun for a few days."

Yu Fuchen took his hand and pressed it in the palm of his hand to cover it. Earlier, Bai Qinghan mentioned in the court trial that the cold poison in his body had been exhausted, so he couldn't use the cold blade ultimate move, which meant that his body had returned to normal.

In this way, can I...

It has to be said that when the temperature of Feng Changhuan's fingertips was warmed to body temperature, Yu Fuchen felt a kind of joy of regaining what was lost, but he didn't want to show it, for fear that the man would not know that he was sulking and bit him coldly. The walnut kernels let out a low, displeased hum.

Feng Changhuan quickly patted his head, smoothed his hair that flew up, and coaxed: "Don't be angry, as compensation, I went to the back kitchen to cook noodle soup for you."

"It's almost there."

Only then did Yu Fuchen calm down, raised his eyes to look at that person, and suddenly realized that he was...

"Master...have you gained weight?"

"No, it's this."

The man carefully tore open the neckline, and a white dove with soft feathers got out from it.

"The disciple of the back kitchen sent me to make up your body, but it is so cute, I am not willing to be a teacher."

...Can you still be confident? !Does this person have to turn his house into a zoo? ? !

Speaking of living things, Yu Fuchen thought of Heizi again, and before he could ask carefully, he heard a cautious knock on the door.Feng Changhuan went to greet him, took the hot noodle soup from Buyinlou, and brought it to Yu Fuchen to fan the aroma.

The latter salivated greedily, and raised his hand to pick it up, but the man took a few steps back and didn't want to give it away.

"Aren't you angry at Master for ignoring you?"

"No……"

Yu Fuchen was injured and couldn't move around, and he could only eat on his stomach when he was hungry. As long as he ate, Feng Changhuan would hold it for him for a long time, his eyes were full of love, as if he saw the young He was also such a gobbler at times.

The familiar taste, the noodles are soft and smooth, the soup base is clear and not greasy, and there are two soft eggs lying on the crisp and crisp green vegetables. Take a bite, and the heart will soak into the soup, adding a mellow taste.

"Master, since Heizi is Xuanji Tower in disguise, after his real body is revealed, there will no longer be that biting rabbit."

"When I mentioned him, I was full of anger. If it weren't for my lack of spiritual power and not being able to detect his existence recently, how could I let him take advantage of it. Well, it's just a red-eyed rabbit that I don't know well. It's rare, I'm just angry that he showed off in front of me today as if nothing had happened."

"Actually, I don't understand very well. Even if Master's trial shocked the cultivation world, he would not show up in front of people with his attitude of ignoring everything. I think this matter is not that simple."

"It's really not simple. Maybe they want to save my life, or maybe they want to send me into hell."

This remark had a double meaning, Yu Fuchen thoughtfully stopped mentioning it, but after a while, it was Feng Changhuan himself who mentioned it again.

"By the way, you probably haven't heard of the affair between Xuanji Pagoda and Jiu Mengjun, and there are very few people in the cultivation world who know about it."

"??!"

The man tidied up the bowls and chopsticks casually, as if he didn't intend to mention it.

"He has planned for a long time to get Liu Mengmeng drunk on purpose, and then take advantage of others' danger... The raw rice will be cooked. This is also the reason why Liu Mengmeng doesn't want to see him. Huan's face changed drastically when he appeared, and he didn't even show up after you were tortured."

... This story is simply exciting!

Yu Fuchen really wanted to ask who was the one above, it seemed that Feng Zehuan was a weak master, Liu Changting should have the upper hand, but Jiu Mengjun did that kind of thing passively, if he took the initiative... Also unlikely.

It would be even more exciting if the seemingly weak Feng Zehuan slept with the Immortal Lord Jiu Mengjun.

"Xiao Zhi'er, I learned a game from Mo Jiji today, do you want to try it together?"

Seeing that Feng Changhuan blushed and pulled a thin piece of paper out of nowhere, Yu Fuchen felt it was a fraud. Fortunately, he didn't mind pretending to be stupid and jumped into the pit of the master, so he pretended to be at a loss and entered. trap.

That person's acting skills were much worse when he was normal than when he was a tyrant, but he had a completely different charm.

Feng Changhuan didn't explain much, and put the tissue paper on his lips, as if there was a layer of barrier, and suddenly boldly kissed Shangyu Fuchen.

He who was always shy in normal times became so bold, but it was uncomfortable, but Yu Fuchen didn't feel disgusted, he had eaten noodle soup just now, and there were still some oil stains on his mouth, so the thin paper stuck to Yu Fuchen's lips.

Seeing this, Feng Changhuan, who had succeeded in his scheme, ran away quickly, and was about to turn around when someone grabbed his wrist.

"Master, do you want to run away after taking advantage of it?"

Without giving him any room to resist, he pulled the person back with a little effort, Yu Fuchen blew off the thin paper sticking to his lips, and kissed the person again with a wanton smile.

Unfortunately, Mo Qianlin, a fierce man from outside the customs who came to report at this time, pushed the door and entered, only one foot in. Seeing such an ambiguous and tender scene, he retreated back intact, and hurriedly closed the door to resume the scene.

A certain fierce stared blankly in place for a long time, wondering if there could be such...passion between master and apprentice? ?

"It's wrong...it must be wrong, right??"

Across the door, Yu Fuchen, who was still not satisfied, hugged Feng Changhuan, who was very obedient because he didn't dare to move around, and said with a smile: "Master, Sect Leader Mo ran into us, he looks very surprised , did he really teach you this game?"

"...Don't say it if you know it, it will be very embarrassing for you as a teacher."

"Okay, that disciple pretends not to know... Dear Master."

Goosebumps all over Feng Changhuan's body when he heard such a nasty address, the man said boldly: "I am your precious apprentice, and you are my heart-warming master, is there anything wrong?"

……

When the commotion in the room finally subsided, Mo Qianlin sighed secretly, and shouted loudly to the door: "Something has happened! The Xuanji Pagoda is going to be a monster, don't miss it when you pass by—"

After a while, Feng Changhuan showed his head, and Mo Qianlin pointed to the Lingxiao Pagoda in the forbidden area of ​​the fairyland.

I saw a lion-like beast hovering in the open space under the pagoda, scanning the surrounding audience, then raised its head to the sky and roared, waiting for its master to arrive.

Feng Zhehuan came from nowhere on the wind, straddled Suan Ni's back, and the divine beast jumped up to the highest point on the top of Lingxiao Pagoda.

His eyes were covered with a black veil, so he should not be able to see outside objects, but he could detect everyone's reaction, including the elders naturally.

He pursed his lips and looked towards the east, stretched his hands behind his back, and drew out the longbow that he hadn't shot for many years. His slender fingers stroked the thing he loved, quite melancholy.

"Where the arrow tip of the Xuanji Tower points, the smoke will rise."

Feng Changhuan murmured, staring at his brother who didn't want to recognize him, knowing that he would definitely ignite the flames of war today.

"Fa Hua-jun, why not bet on who is so lucky?"

"Aren't you afraid of being yourself?"

"What's with me?"

"It was you who rescued Xingzhi when we were in Lingxue Palace. I will always remember this kindness."

"I only hope that you can repay Uncle Yi. In this way, are you betting on me?"

"No, I know who he's going to pick, it's not fair to you."

After finishing speaking, I saw the tip of Feng Zehuan's arrow ignited with an open flame, raised his bow under the night, and with a sound of broken strings, it pierced the sky and left marks.

"Long Arrow went to the east, where is..."

"Wuxiang Mountain! It's the Buddha Sect!!"

"How could it be Buddha Sect? How is it possible?!"

After the arrow flew, Feng Zehuan hid his body in the dim night, and withdrew from everyone's sight. With the righteousness of hiding his body and his name, he looked meaningfully at his younger brother who was in trouble.

"This move brings misfortune to the east, and I hope you will live happily ever after. Your expectations for Yu Xingzhi are not for your brother..."

The old man Gu Lan who was mixed in the crowd was very inconspicuous, and the dead soldier in black robe stepped lightly and knelt down in front of the old man.

"My lord, my subordinates have finished what you arranged, and mixed jade powder into that person's medicine..."

"What to do next, you know."

The dead man nodded and stood up, and jumped down from the abyss under the sharp eyes of the old man Gulan.

"Only the dead in this world don't reveal secrets. You've done a good job."