Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Feng Changhuan was born with an aversion to being passive, and extremely disgusted to be suppressed, Yu Fuchen should know this best, that's why he was so disappointed as a master.

"open."

Feng Changhuan's voice was cold, and he gave up the unnecessary struggle, but the chill in his eyes seemed to freeze him.

Yu Fuchen wanted to kiss his forehead out of a comforting heart, but unexpectedly the man's fierceness collided with his wildness, and both ended up hurting.

Feng Changhuan raised his head abruptly and slammed it on the unsuspecting man's chin. After a short period of dizziness, Yu Fuchen woke up. Looking at the blood on his forehead, he couldn't open his eyes clearly, but he still stared at him coldly. Master.

"Master... that's all."

Still unable to shout out, Yu Fuchen got up, stroked his buzzing head, and stumbled out the door.

He would never know that after he left, his wounded master also stood up and wiped the blood on his head, making his fair face even more terrifying.

"You hide so deep, don't you think that no one will be able to see through your tricks when Si Wei is gone?"

The gentleman on Liang was startled, clenched his hands into fists, full of unwillingness, as to whether it was because of being seen through, or because of an old friend who had disappeared completely, it is not known.

Looking at the thin figure jumping down from the high place in the room, Feng Chang sighed happily, thinking of the two who had already passed away, his heart was pierced like a knife.

"How can you deceive them... Isn't their kindness to you enough to arouse your conscience? You son of a bitch!!"

Seeing his identity exposed, Gouwazi who was in the dark simply stepped forward and looked at the person, quite defiantly.

"When you killed my father, you should have thought that you would be retaliated. Naturally, you have long realized that my purpose of coming to Shenzhou with you is not pure. Why did you let me do anything wrong and not stop it at all? It is clear that you have not done your best. The duty of a teacher, if you want to get away with sophistry, you still have the face to mention Mr.!"

"If you don't let you succeed, will Jiuyin Island let him go?"

Feng Changhuan's rhetorical question choked Gouwazi.

"You were just blinded by hatred and taken advantage of by others. I am determined to pay the price for what I have done. I have already expected this day, and I know that Jiuyin Island will not give up easily if it does not achieve its goal, and will use any means. I can't force you to jump over the wall and do more unreasonable things to him."

"So let him be unreasonable to you?"

Under the messy neckline, the imaginative red marks on the neck and collarbone are really eye-catching. Apart from the ones just made, they are still a little obvious for some time.

"It turns out that you are in this kind of relationship, so please forgive me. Now that my identity has been discovered, I can't stay any longer..."

Gouwazi sold out badly at first, causing Feng Changhuan to feel homeless pity for him for a moment, and then, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from his bosom, and went straight to the man's neck.

Feng Chang sighed happily, he didn't want Gouwazi to go astray, he waved his wide sleeve out of thin air, the strong wind rolled the sharp blade out of his hand, and stuck it into the wall, penetrating three points.

"It's still too late to stop now, you can't kill me, but Jiuyin Island can force you to death."

"Fart! It would be a mistake to think that a few sweet words can persuade me to turn around! I hate you monks who put themselves in a noble way but ignore the sufferings of the world!!"

"The elders of Jiuyin Island are fighting for power, and have emptied the real power of the island owner several times. Although they have never left the one-acre three-point land in the South China Sea, the fighting in the nest has also severely damaged Jiuyin Island. It will be difficult to cheer up in a few years. It is also the reason why Jiuyindao did not attend the Kunlun talks a few days ago."

Talking about hidden affairs, Gouwazi, who had been isolated in Guyu for ten years and hadn't entered the world, was startled.

"Since Jiuyin Island responded in a short period of time, it must be that one of the forces has exhausted its energy to cooperate with others, trying to trade benefits, and get help from outside forces. I think it is right, it is not Jiuyin Island that really makes a move, but Yes...Wu Shandu, once you get involved with them, you will not be able to protect yourself, at least Xuemi City can protect you at this moment, and there is still time to turn around now."

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After leaving Fengyue Bieyuan, Yu Fuchen wandered in the snowy streets in a daze.

It was already a curfew, and there was not even a ghost on the road.

His mind was confused and he couldn't figure it out, so he walked aimlessly until he bumped into a group of powerful people.

Mistakenly thinking that it was Ming Palace merchants disrupting the situation, Yu Fuchen was very impatient to walk around, unexpectedly, his attendant raised his hand to stop him.

Looking at the person sitting with closed eyes on the chariot again, he turned out to be nine thousand years old with power over the government and the public, years and years of dust and moons!

"It's really a pleasure for the supervisor to think about traveling at night to enjoy the scenery."

"People who wander aimlessly at night are also very elegant."

Seeing that he didn't raise his head or open his eyes, Yu Fuchen was really a little upset, and mentioned someone out of revenge.

"I haven't seen Ming Palace merchants for a few days, but the crown prince has been entangled in political affairs and has no time to go back home?"

"Oh - it turns out that you are concerned about the crown prince, so it is not in vain for His Highness to ask this prison to visit you."

This drawn-out "Oh—" is really meaningful.

"Is there something wrong with Ming Gongshang?"

"It doesn't matter. It's just that the emperor broke a leg and stayed in the palace for a few more days. There's nothing to make a fuss about."

"..."

It seems that compared to other people's relatives, his master is gentle and considerate, and never sticks to him.

But what did I do to him...

Sui Chenyue is a master who doesn't like to be blown away, seeing Yu Fuchen groaning silently, waving his hands to beckon people to come forward, but Yu Fuchen couldn't refuse politely, so some followers invited him to the chariot.

Sitting with a castrated disabled person, Yu Fuchen was uncomfortable all over, twisting and wriggling, forcing Sui Chenyue to raise his leg and kick him to be honest.

"Why are you restless?"

I can't tell the truth, saying that I have an unspeakable prejudice against eunuchs... Well, I have an unspeakable prejudice.

Yu Fuchen took a random glance and saw Sui Chenyue wearing a string of familiar rosary beads on his wrist, which was still stained with black blood. Thinking of the previous question, he said bluntly: "Superintendent, the person who entrusted Tingyulou to snatch the rosary beads, is it you?"

"You have already noticed it, so why ask again."

"I just want to prove it. It stands to reason that you have lived in seclusion in Xuewu City for many years, and you don't know much about the cultivation world. You should not have an enemy with the Buddhist sect. How could you think of taking action against him? Or the Buddhist sect is ashamed of you, so Want to get back face from the new head?"

"What you said is ignorance. The prince also lives in the palace, but his understanding of the cultivation world is no less than yours. Besides, Yan is nothing to this prison. The power of this prison is already in the government, and it is like a fish in water in the mortal world. Why bother to be trampled under the feet of Xiujie, and be a beast rolling in the mud? Do you think longevity is more important, or becoming a fairy is more important?"

For Sui Chenyue, neither is important. It is meaningless to live a lifetime without being happy.

Yu Fuchen thought that this was right. Thinking of Sui Chenyue's past, he thought it was difficult to say the words, but he blurted out in a moment of convulsion: "Could it be that the one who rejected you was the Buddhist sect?"

Sui Chenyue lazily opened his eyes, lifted Yu Fuchen's chin with his inch-long pointed nails, frowned and said, "Your tongue seems useless, you might as well cut it off."

"...The chief inspector came here specifically to find me, just to cut off my tongue?"

"It's not the supervisor who wants to see you, but the emperor."

Sui Chenyue didn't hide it, pointing at the resplendent palace city, Yu Fuchen realized that before he knew it, he had been taken to the Snowy Palace.

He had never seen any high-ranking venerable, and when he thought of meeting the emperor who ruled the world, he suddenly felt flattered.

"No no no, this is not good, I still have Master to take care of, or..."

"If you go out late at night, it means that there is a rift between the master and the apprentice. Now if you go back, you will either cause trouble for him or yourself. Why bother?"

It was very obvious that Yu Fuchen wanted to escape, but Sui Chenyue didn't stop him or persuade him to stay.

Seeing this, he took it as Nine Thousand Years' connivance to him, and without any explanation, he stepped on the edge of the chariot and escaped with light work.

The flustered attendants tried to stop them, and the shouts one after another caused a moment of confusion. Sui Chenyue stroked his aching forehead and ordered everyone to silence.

"Don't quarrel, just rely on you to try to stop him?"

"But Chitose..."

"He will come back, and it's not your turn to lose his head. It's late at night, and the prison is tired, so don't make noise."

This episode in the middle of the night was a misfortune rather than a blessing for Yu Fuchen. He thought that he could temporarily live in the palace, but he never thought that the emperor would also be the master who had plans for him. Although he spoke fiercely, he still faltered on the spot. He ran away in shame.

However, he didn't know much about the Mortal Realm, and within a moment he found himself dizzy and lost in the palace city.

From time to time, there was a startling sound of whipping, following the sound, Yu Fuchen's throat choked up, and he saw a single-clothed man being shackled on the ground and being tortured.

A long sword forged from fine iron, with no point or edge, and beautifully decorated, cannot be used for killing. Compared with a sword or a murder weapon, it is more like a ruler to measure the laws of good and evil in the world.

Every sword hit on the body is enough to tear open the skin, hurt the muscles and bones, but there is no sign that the tortured person has the intention of returning home. Even though his body is stained with blood, he still holds his head high and looks up at the Jiuzhong Pavilion.

"Changming's family rules, the first rule is that those who are ministers must do their duty of persuading and admonishing, not afraid of power, not afraid of life and death, and not interested in personal relationships. Do you know what's wrong?"

"... I know I was wrong."

As soon as the words fell, the blade of the sword slammed into his back, with such force that it seemed that even the bones were about to be crushed.

The man vomited scarlet, gritted his teeth and said: "... Gu Qingzhou knows his mistake."

After all, he had a noble status, and his subordinates had to use less force because of Huangwei's prestige, otherwise those who tried their best and did not fight back might be beaten to death in front of the emperor.

"Changming's family rules, the second rule, don't seek personal gain, don't take bribes and pervert the law, don't have dissenting ideas, do you know what's wrong?"

"I know I was wrong."

It was another sword strike, the eyes of the hit person were dazed, and he almost fell to the ground.

It is difficult for ordinary people to resist the next heavy blow. Seeing the man swaying and almost fainting, Yu Fuchen couldn't help but think of his master who was whipped for him back then, and he felt a dull pain from the new wound on his back.

Because of the debt he owed to that person in his heart, he rushed in front of the person impulsively, and blocked the executioner with his wrist.

"Stop it, if you keep hitting, he will die."

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the article, the little cutie, the faction of Xuewu City has already appeared, and the parents of Ming Palace Shang will soon appear!