Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Jiuyin Island, an overseas state.

The reason why people collectively refer to the land of Shenzhou as "Kyushu" is because Taoyuan Medical Sect and Jiuyin Poison Sect are located overseas, while Jiuyou Huahai guards Fengdu Ghost Domain, and will not interfere with the second world of Fanxiu, let alone enter the world without authorization.

Yu Fuchen and Zong Jie had a difficult journey across the South China Sea, and after a full week of delay, they stumbled and touched the coast of Jiuyin Island.

It was almost the same as what I saw when I first arrived at the isolated island. The island was surrounded by poisonous miasma, snakes and scorpions crawled everywhere, sometimes fragmentary animal bones were buried in the sand, broken skulls lay across the street, and were planted in the skulls by poisonous insects. When I got home, I felt nauseated.

Yu Fuchen's face was pale, and he might vomit if he didn't pay attention, while Zongjie walked over the human bone with a calm face, and made obeisances from time to time, without feeling any discomfort.

Losing his composure in front of his younger brother, Yu Fuchen felt ashamed, looked around and saw no one, and pretended to step forward to hook his shoulders with the person, but in fact found a crutch to maintain his balance. "I said, Xiao Zongsuke, aren't you afraid when you see this horrifying sight of corpses all over the ground?"

Zong Jie glanced at him and made a gesture of raising the knife with his hand, which probably meant that this small scene was really insignificant compared to the people he had killed.

"Hey! I can't see it. You are a bloody child at a young age. Should I throw you here and bury you together to prove that I am a righteous person?"

The other party looked disgusted and stopped communicating with him.

Suddenly he heard footsteps, Zong Jie hurriedly dragged Yu Fuchen to hide in the forest, and dragged him to the top of a tall tree branch to hide his whereabouts, like a monkey with strong hands and arms.

Before Yu Fuchen got over his discomfort, he held a thick branch to observe the movements of others, and saw two people from the Nine Yin Sect walking slowly with wooden thermal insulation barrels.

"Ouch~ I heard that Elder Xiyue poisoned Prophet Zuo last night, and killed dozens of people who followed Prophet Zuo overnight. Brother, they were all sent to dig pits and bury people. It's very pitiful."

"Senior sister, are you pitying those disciples who didn't choose a good backer, or the brothers who dug holes..."

"They're all pitiful, they're pitiful in Jiuyin, and so is the one who came looking for death. If Elder Xiyue didn't have friendship with him, he might be a dead body in the pit now, and there's no good thing that we will give him food!"

"It's strange to say that Elder Xiyue obviously hates men. Male disciples other than Lingxi's guards are not even allowed to enter the temple. Why did he just treat him? Could it be..."

"Junior Sister, don't you understand? Let me tell you, it was the man's beauty that attracted Elder Xiyue. Such a beautiful person is rare in the world!"

It was basically a whisper between two little girls in the quilt above the wall.

Yu Fuchen had no intention of eavesdropping, and was thinking about whether to follow the direction they came after the two left, when Zong Jie disappeared with a "swoosh", leaving only the black belt tied around his waist in front of his eyes. Fly by.

Immediately there was a weak muffled groan, and the two poisonous girls fell to the ground.

This kid is really a master with low EQ and IQ. Seeing Zong Jie dragging him to the side of the road and trying to untie his clothes, Yu Fuchen had a bad feeling and hurriedly jumped off the tree to stop him.

"Wait! Stop it!! You strip the naked girls in the street and tell them how to marry in the future. Aren't you trying to kill people?!"

The man's movements paused, but it was only a pause, and he continued to do frivolous and indecent things.

Yu Fuchen covered his face in grief, thinking that he had to part ways with this person, otherwise he would cause trouble sooner or later.

Before he could calm down, a shirt that was still stained with the scent of rouge had been thrown on his face, and looking at Zongsuke, he had already quietly put on another one.

"Women's clothing, why are you so proficient..."

Zong Jie gestured to him: "You said no, isn't your body very honest?"

"You don't understand. I'm here to cater to you. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be alone in women's clothing? With me as your companion, at least others will think you are a pair of fools when they see you. See how much I understand you!"

"..."

Sure enough, there are only zero and countless times in womenswear.

At the beginning when she was pretending to be a messenger girl in Ting Yulou, Yu Fuchen was covered with goosebumps and felt uncomfortable all over her body, but this time she seemed much calmer, it seemed that because of Zongsuke's thick skin, he could even wear other people's clothes calmly, saying Not sure what talent it really has...

In a dazed effort, Zong Jie had already tied up the two poisonous girls and thrown them into the forest, with rags stuffed in his mouth to prevent them from calling out and attracting attention.

The two twisted their flamboyant female gait, carried the wooden bucket and walked towards the direction they pointed at just now. They didn't see a figure until they got out of the dense forest, and they picked up a person casually.

Yu Fuchen coughed lightly, and said in a soft voice with a high-pitched voice: "This senior brother, Elder Xiyue sent us to deliver food to the cell, but the little junior sister got lost in the forest and couldn't tell the direction. Brother, please point me in the right direction~~"

Zongsuke, who had been expressionless all this time, finally had some fluctuations, his cheeks puffed up, and he almost vomited.

And the poor man caught by Yu Fuchen hadn't recovered from his panic, but he was dubious about his life by the "□□" piled up by cloth cotton, and he pointed in the direction dully, like a walking dead whose mind had soared to the sky. Staring blankly at the backs of the two leaving.

After a long time, he said: "So...return this trick??"

Asking people all the way, scaring people all the way, and finally touched the prison cell.

Yu Fuchen is still guessing, what does this beauty imprisoned by Elder Xiyue look like, is it comparable to his master?

In terms of good-looking men, the four gentlemen of Fenghua Xueyue are definitely the leaders in the world of cultivation, but if they are described as beautiful, no one can match their own peerless and unparalleled in the world.

Thinking of Feng Changhuan, Yu Fuchen unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, coupled with this unmasculine appearance, Zongjie was so frightened that he shivered.

Entering the prison cell and walking down a long staircase with a hundred steps down, Yu Fuchen discovered that the dungeon combined with the damp air unique to the island surrounded by the sea, not to mention many harmful poisons. Can make people miserable.

It seems that Elder Xiyue's so-called courteous treatment is also an alternative way of torture, and the means of dealing with alien enemies can be imagined.

Yu Fuchen ignited an open flame in his palm to illuminate the dungeon, and every cell was dead silent, leaving only bloodstains left on the horrific instruments of torture to silently confide in the sufferings of life and death.

The back figure in the cage at the end of the corridor is thin and familiar, just a glimpse is enough to overlap with the most intimate figure in the impression.

"...Master?"

Yu Fuchen was supposed to be sure, but he didn't dare to confirm it. He was stunned for a moment before remembering to open the door lock. Before he could step in, Zong Jie rushed in first.

At the same time that he drew out his swords, it was also the moment when Feng Changhuan stood up and looked back.

Seeing Zong Jie's two sabers coming straight to the man's throat, Yu Fuchen yelled in desperation: "Stop! He is my master!!"

At the same time, he threw the ice-crushing gun, forcing the two knives to deviate from the direction, and cut shallow wounds on Feng Changhuan's neck, who hadn't dodged for half a step, and both of them fell to the ground, straight into the ground.

Seeing that person was out of danger, Yu Fuchen heaved a sigh of relief, and slapped Zongjie's dog's head with his backhand, "Are you crazy! My master wants to kill me too, don't die!!"

Turning to Feng Changhuan, who appeared here inexplicably, "You are crazy too! He wants to kill you and don't hide, don't die!!"

Zong Jie was taken aback by his yelling, picked up the two swords and hid aside.

And Feng Changhuan went through the previous incident, and always blamed himself for the harm he made at the beginning, and felt even more wronged when he saw him lose his temper, and cried on the spot.

"...The cold leaves are flowing, sprinkled all over my face, my disciple is rebellious, and broke my heart..."

"..."

He wanted to hold Yu Fuchen's baby in his hands, but he couldn't bear to cry, knowing that it was fake, his heart ached to death, so he hurriedly wiped off the two drops of salt water that he squeezed out with great difficulty, and wiped the blood oozing from the wound on his neck , the tone is much softer.

"Don't cry, don't cry... It's not because I was worried about you that I made my voice louder for a while. I didn't hurt you, I really didn't hurt you, just smile, Master still looks good when he smiles."

"...Are you not angry with me anymore?"

"I……"

The answer that didn't need any hesitation at all was dumb when it was about to be blurted out.

Thinking of the hidden love of Chunyang's son revealed by Chang Ming, Yu Fuchen remained silent.

Feng Changhuan pouted, the flesh on his face was squeezed together, like a steamed stuffed bun.

"I know you can't restrain your emotions, and you won't take your stupid words and things to heart, but I...but the current me can't help you. I hope you...don't blame Master."

Hearing his words, Yu Fuchen felt strange again.

Thinking of the evil thoughts in my heart in recent days, the distrust of people and the extreme lack of sense of security, I traced back to the root cause, which began when Guyu saw the white-headed master.

He is afraid that the past in the mysterious and difficult illusion is just an illusion made by the master to heal his old wounds. While fearing the truth, he also instinctively expects to know the truth, which is a contradictory and weird psychology.

The reason, could it be that when entering the realm of consciousness...

"Master, did you already know that your inner demon took the opportunity to attach to me at the moment of contact in the realm of consciousness?"

Feng Changhuan didn't answer, his eyes were full of sadness.

So what if he discovered something at the time, he couldn't solve all this, he could only pray to God, and in the end the reality was still unsatisfactory.

He sighed, and reached out to touch the man's face, as usual to calm his restless mood, but he was slapped away mercilessly.

"Master, are you relying on my sacrifice in exchange for your own safety? How can you be so selfish?"

Selfish...?

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yu Fuchen regretted it.

Once again involuntary.

He obviously didn't think so, but he couldn't help but always hurt that person. He didn't want to, he obviously didn't want to...

"Xingzhi, it hurts to slap you that day."

Yu Fuchen was stunned by the nonsensical sentence.

Feng Changhuan caressed the left side of his face that had been beaten red that day, and sighed helplessly and pulled him into his arms.

"As much as it hurts to beat you, Master's heart hurts as much. As you said, I am indeed selfish. Even if I am willing for you to suffer, I don't want to hurt you. How can I hurt you..."

The author has something to say: I hope Wu Shandu and Jiuyin Island can treat Milk Chen and Shizun QAQ kindly.