Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

A few days later, the monks from various prefectures who had traveled all the way to Kunlun Xingshi to inquire about their crimes returned home one after another, and it seemed that the storm had calmed down.

After Bai Qinghan recovered, the two masters and apprentices and Bu Yinlou escorted him to Xuewu City. After setting off, there was an inexplicably extra strong man who joined in the fun as a follower.

Qian Gong Wen Que and Bai Qing Han were old friends, and the reunion after a long absence could not avoid some pleasantries. The two closed the door to talk about the old night, and Mo Qianlin eavesdropped on the night outside the house, telling the man that he didn't want to mention it to him. After listening to the trivial matters after Ji's retirement, it can be considered that he knows something about him, but his behavior...it is really impossible to give a positive evaluation.

Yu Fuchen came back injured, and the slightest movement would tear the wound. He suffered a lot along the way, but he kept silent, deliberately hiding it from Feng Changhuan. Only after seeing Ming Si Nian did he relax a little and asked for help. He also added a bit of respect when dealing with injuries.

"I'm afraid the one who healed you was not a doctor who became a monk halfway through. He dared to apply medicine to the wound without a seam. It won't get better in the first half of the year."

Watching Ming Si Nian go through the needles, the hairs on Yu Fuchen's body stood on end, it was because he was hurt.

"Don't mention it, that person ran away and disappeared without a trace. I searched all over Kunlun and didn't catch him, but don't let him run into me again! Ouch, it hurts, take it easy..."

"It's an idea. Why did you and your master go to Kunlun to watch the excitement without any reason? Knowing that you are being hunted down by the cultivation world, you have to go against the wind and commit crimes. It's too much life."

"You don't understand. It's meaningless to hide in Tibet all the time. Fortunately, Xijun and Jiumengjun are here to deal with it, and the Xuanji Pagoda is there to help out. Now that the master's charges have been cleared, half of the trouble has been avoided. I have to say , Xuanji Pagoda's move to bring disaster to the east is really ruthless and absolute."

"What about the other half?"

"After all, Master was sentenced to death by Jiu Chongtian, and he escaped from death thanks to the help of Jiu Mengjun. Now Jiu Chongtian will not pursue it for the time being. Even if the states are dissatisfied, they will not speak rashly, but we must be prepared. "

If the people don't raise officials and don't investigate, it doesn't mean that they won't be settled by Qiu Hou, and they must be fully prepared.

After the wound was treated, Yu Fuchen happened to meet Feng Changhuan squatting in front of the court when he went out.

There were a few birds of different colors parked in front of him, jumping and eating the grains in his hand, and he also enjoyed this moment of comfort, and the smile evoked was much more natural than usual.

Yu Fuchen called "Master" and rubbed his hazy eyes. The man saw that he was not feeling well and asked, and he replied truthfully: "These days, I always feel that there is a white air in front of my eyes, which is faintly visible. If you don’t go, maybe there is something wrong with your eyes.”

Feng Changhuan was stunned, "It's probably because the injury dragged down my body, so I need to have a good rest, otherwise I will be uneasy."

"Master, don't worry, I'm still young, this little injury is fine."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Ming Si Nian wiped off the blood on his hands and bowed to Feng Chang Huan, and said: "Master, Junior Sister Chen's situation is not very optimistic, we can't delay any longer."

"I didn't expect the condition to be so urgent. How is the shark emperor's body?"

Ming Si Nian looked distressed, and the wind was bright and clear. It seemed that the life of a person who was running out of time was approaching the end.

"He is very weak now, and his only wish is to see Mr. Xi before he dies, and entrust him with the lonely island that cannot be let go."

Yu Fuchen was puzzled, "Master, could it be that the Yuhuang couldn't save Junior Sister Chen?"

"Xingzhi, have you heard of the legend of mermaid meat?"

It is rumored that mermaid meat can live forever, mermaid grease can make lamp oil that lasts forever, and mermaid bones are also known as keel bones.

Gushe Tiannv's euphemistic narration only mentions that the sharks have contributed to the East China Sea's medical school to cure diseases and save people, but did not specify the details.

Thinking about it this way, aren't they using their bodies and lives to continue their lives...

Yu Fuchen was dumbfounded.

"Although there is a way to change fate in this world, if you go against the sky, you will have to pay a heavy price. Qiangong Wenque to save people is making an unfair deal with the king of hell. I once said that the blood of the heart can only be kept alive if it is kept alive." Since he promised to save people, he presumably has already made preparations."

Feng Changhuan didn't talk about his past friendship and stories with Qian Gong Wen Que, but Yu Fuchen knew that those who could be close and trusted by him would never be villains. Can't bear it.

"Master, is this... fair?"

The man sighed.

"There is no standard for judging fairness in the world. It is nothing but the illusion of peace created by those in power. This is comparable to the suffering that Fengxian girl and her young son Shouxin suffered. No matter whether she dies or saves Miss Chen, the choice is all made by her." They chose by themselves, and as help-seekers, we cannot stand in anyone's position and compare our hearts with each other, we can only respect their choices."

Qian Gong Wen Que's fate is fate, so why not Chen Shimei and her stillborn child?It's just that the former weighed the pros and cons among the gains and losses and made a trade-off.

Leaving the mother and child behind, and giving up on myself, who is already difficult to live, can be regarded as the last good deed in this world.

Yu Fuchen understands that the master is right, but it is inevitable that he will be biased because of his personal relationship. At least in the last days, he hopes that Yuhuang can fulfill the shortcomings of his life with Si Wei as much as possible.

"Boy, you should learn a lot from Master. Although you have done a lot of stupid things in the past, this time his actions are approved by the Emperor."

At some point, Qian Gong Wen Que had already walked to the front of the court with the support of Bai Qing Han, looking at the afterglow of the Golden Crow that was about to hide under the horizon, he seemed to see his real self.

He said: "In this life, whether it is to inherit the throne or pass by a lover, I never follow my heart. The last one must make me feel that life is not meaningless, otherwise it would be a failure. ? Besides..."

Qian Gong Wen Que stretched out the five webbed fingers of his right hand, just as the sun was setting and the night was approaching quietly, Si Kui poked his head out from the soul bottle held in his left palm, interlocking his fingers with an illusory spirit body .

"Besides, I used to act both soft and hard, half threatening and half luring to trick you into doing something against your will. In your heart, you should be a villain. Why should you care so much?"

"I don't care about you, I just don't want Master's close friends to leave him one by one, making him feel that everything is different and that he is alone and helpless."

Feng Changhuan was stunned when he heard the words, and quietly held Yu Fuchen's hand, tightening it tighter.

Feeling the thin layer of sweat on his palm, Yu Fuchen knew that he was really helpless, and he appeared to be sane and rational on the surface, but in fact he was already in disarray.

He didn't know how to calmly accept the departure of his friend, and he didn't know what attitude to face, because in his world, he himself was the one who died first.

Even though Master Xuyun's death made him truly understand death to a certain extent, but at that time his spiritual consciousness was not yet complete, and he could not truly express his inner sorrow.

If he took off all his disguise and cried loudly at this time, I don't have the confidence to coax him well...

"Okay, don't be so sad, my friend is driving west to Bliss, so I don't want to see you off."

Qian Gong asked Que for fun, but Feng Changhuan was still frowning.

Seeing him like this, Yuhuang couldn't bear to part with him even more, thinking of the friendship he had fought with him in the past, thinking of the friendship he regarded as a brother, even his own smile was stained with bitterness.

He turned his back to the crowd, and whispered to Bai Qinghan: "Baiyige, for my sake, don't let the Fahua Lord we cherished before fall, promise me."

"Even if you don't say it, I will do what you want. It's the same for Guyu, why bother repeating it so many times."

"As I get older, I still can't let go... With you here, Hongchen and my best friends have something to entrust to me. I feel at ease. But I still want Si Wei to accompany me on the last journey."

"Understood, it seems that I am redundant, so please, my shark emperor."

Bai Qinghan made a "please" gesture to the room, and Qiangong Wenque walked into it with that ray of ghost, telling many bold words that he dared not say when he was alive.

Feng Changhuan bit her lip, her face was full of unwillingness, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Yu Fuchen couldn't bear to see it, he pulled the man back a few steps and startled the birds all over the place, and drew a forced and ugly smile against the corner of his lips.

"I know Master can't bear it, so let me go out with you to relax."

That night, the two drank wine to soothe their sorrows in the high-rise Quege, and Yu Fuchen was injured, so the man forbade him to touch the wine, and the fine nectar was enjoyed alone.

It's rare to get drunk and talk a lot.

"Chaosheng sharks are born to be spiritual creatures second only to dragons in the sea area. I was only ten years old when they were slaughtered by Jiuchongtian. In fact, the person who helped them was not, and it couldn't be me, but the old man who took me to travel all over the world. Monk. It's a pity that he, as the head of the Buddhist sect, can't openly oppose Jiu Chongtian, so he can't reveal his identity, so this kindness falls on me. Speaking of Yuhuang's gratitude to me, I feel ashamed... ..."

"But the master that Yuhuang is familiar with, shouldn't he be a child who has not yet formed his temperament?"

"That's because the escape of the Chaosheng people lasted for ten years. During the ten years, they were hiding in Tibet. They died and were injured. In the environment of survival of the fittest, they were left alone. Hom."

Feng Chang's drunken cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, he was biting his wine glass, and his brows were furrowed.

"I rescued him from danger, and took him to live in the sea of ​​bitterness. It is said that the strength of the two alone is no match for Di Tianyao's elite, but I saved him easily. Do you know why?"

Yu Fuchen had already guessed the answer, knowing that the man had been depressed for a long time, so he shook his head against his will.

"I don't know."

"Xiao Zhi'er, Xiao Zhi'er... There used to be countless Chaosheng tribesmen, and they lived in a sea area where ordinary immortals couldn't reach. Yao him, he doesn't want me to die..."

This is an unbearable reality. Under the sorrow, the wine is more intoxicating.

He muttered something indiscriminately again, leaned on the edge of the table and fell into a deep sleep, frowning in the dream, unable to get rid of the boredom in his heart.

The more this person suffers, the more painful it is, obviously he can let go...

"Master, you can obviously let me bear the burden together, why force yourself."

Yu Fuchen took off his coat and draped it over the man's shoulders, stroking his silver-gray hair that was messy in the wind, white smoke flitted in front of his eyes again, he was suddenly filled with suspicion and suspicion, and anger flashed.

"Could it be that, Master... you don't want to believe me?"

The author has something to say: the suspicious seeds planted by Yu Tianyin have finally taken root and germinated, and this will also be the beginning of the divorce between Milken and Master, and I suddenly feel distressed.

Thank you for reading the text of the little cutie ah.