Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In order to prevent Ye Changhuan from having more dreams, Yu Fuchen decided to bring Feng Changhuan back to the Buddhist sect as soon as possible. However, this person is more hypocritical than a woman. If you take him with a sword, he is afraid of heights.

Although he didn't spit out the golden elixir fragments like the first time, after all, Yu Fuchen was entrusted by others, and Feng Changhuan was the honored guest of the old monk, so he had to be patient.

A few days ago, when passing by a small village, Yu Fuchen wanted to settle down here, so he temporarily placed Feng Changhuan under the old elm tree at the entrance of the village, and went to find kind-hearted villagers to ask for a place to live.

When he came back, Feng Changhuan was being forced to curl up in a corner, covering his face with a pair of pale hands with blood vessels clearly visible, surrounded by a few urchins who were having fun.

"Hey! My aunt said that people with red eyes are not good people. You must be a ghost crawling out of the ground. I will kill you!!"

"Yes, that's what my father said, and maybe he practiced evil skills that harm people. Look at him, he killed countless people before!"

"Don't let him enter the village! He will kill us too!!"

Yu Fuchen looked astonished, it wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he was still a young man in his early twenties, even if his mind deteriorated, he wouldn't be able to defeat a group of brats, so why hid in a corner and suffered silently, being Bullying to the top and still swallowing your breath?

The naughty boy was holding a stone in his hand, and it hurt to hit his body, but Feng Changhuan didn't intend to dodge, but just covered his face, not wanting others to see his eyes.

Yu Fuchen gritted his teeth, raised his hand and placed a barrier in front of the man, and threw the evil children a few steps away, fell to the ground babbling and couldn't get up.

"What kind of messy ghosts and evil skills, is that what your parents taught you?"

He is a bit older and a cultivator of immortals, so he couldn't do anything to some ignorant children, so he had to go forward to help Feng Changhuan.

The man's white clothes were stained with dust, and he looked a little downcast. When he saw Yu Fuchen, he didn't look at him, and covered his eyes even tighter with his hands.

"Okay, show me, don't lose your temper." Yu Fuchen pulled the man closer, pressed his hand, and lifted his forehead hair.

There was an extra wound at the corner of the eyebrow, it should have been wounded by a sharp stone, the flesh was turned outwards, blood flowed horizontally, and he couldn't even open his eyes because of the stabbing.

Stretching out his hand to touch him, he was afraid of hurting him, and at the same time, Yu Fuchen was beating a drum in his heart...

This scene... this feeling, why is it so familiar? ?

Suddenly he felt a dull pain in his chest, which almost made him hold his breath, and then his eyes went black, and his dizziness exploded.

Such a strange reaction was not the first time. As early as when he first came to the Buddhist sect when he was young, Yu Fuchen would often die in pain when he saw every plant and tree in Wuxiang Mountain, as if he had touched a forbidden area of ​​blank memory.

This pain gradually faded over time, and he almost forgot that he still had such a headache, and he didn't expect to have it again today.

He staggered and didn't know where he bumped into, and was unconscious for a long time. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a cold and thin embrace, and a pale face came into view.

The wound on Feng Changhuan's head had stopped bleeding, but the blood was still stained on his face. Seeing him open his eyes, all his stupidity dissipated in an instant, and he pressed him fiercely in his arms, his hands trembling with excitement.

Yu Fuchen read from his eyes... the joy of regaining what was lost, but the man quickly buried his head in the crescent of his neck, hiding all his emotions in the dark, and then brought a cold, like a piece of ice Stick it on your body to absorb his body temperature.

"Are you worried about me?"

Knowing that he would not get any response, Yu Fuchen still muttered to himself.

In fact, the young man has a strong self-esteem, is very sensitive, and is also very fragile. Once the efforts of temptation are not rewarded, he will immediately pretend to be a rock and refuse anyone to approach him.

If you get it, you will be afraid of losing it.If he is destined to have nothing, then he would rather have nothing.

Yu Fuchen's memories began when he was seven years old. Before that, his past was blank, as if no one had ever stepped into his world.

When he was young and ignorant, he once asked Master Xuyun: "Did I jump out of the cracks in the rocks? Everyone has parents, but I am alone. I must be the little demon you rescued." ,right?"

At that time, Master Xuyun smiled kindly and held Yu Fuchen's little hand. The latter found that the old monk's body temperature was a little cooler than his own, and there was a black and blue bruise on his palm, which gave off a faint chill.

Master Xuyun asked: "If that's the case, what do you think you will be able to cultivate?"

"Wolf." He replied without thinking. "I feel like a wolf cub."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he froze on the spot.

He had a vague feeling that someone had said something to him like a little wolf cub, but he couldn't remember clearly... All he knew was that the person was definitely not an old monk.

Distant memories made his vision blurry, and when he came back to his senses, Feng Changhuan was pinching his cheek, pretending to be stupid and grimacing.

He knew that this person was not stupid, on the contrary, he was very shrewd...

"It's a small injury, and it doesn't hurt after taking medicine."

Yu Fuchen flipped through the wound medicine, in order to test Feng Changhuan's reality, he deliberately turned his face away, then suddenly looked back, and caught a glimpse of the man's expression.

His face was as pale as ever, and there was deep and insurmountable helplessness in his eyes.

The phoenix eyes opened slightly, the wings of the nose fluttered, and the thin lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but Yu Fuchen didn't hear it.

This was the first time that Feng Changhuan showed an expression other than stupid and stupid in front of him. Yu Fuchen always felt that this expression was crying, but he had no tears.

It was from this moment that Yu Fuchen realized that he and Feng Changhuan were the same kind of people after all.

From then on, no matter where he went, Yu Fuchen would cover his eyes with a hair band, neither to let people see his bloody eyes, nor to let him feel the malice of this world.

So in addition to being deaf and dumb, he was also made blind.

On the other hand, Yu Fuchen didn't want to get too close to him out of instinct. After all, it's not proper for two men to argue, so he found a short rope, wrapped one side around Feng Changhuan's wrist, and held the other side in his hand. Here, the best of both worlds.

You still feel ashamed when you walk around the market. It is rare for two men to be unclear in broad daylight, but it is also very eye-catching to entangle each other.

For example, at this moment, without pricking up his ears, Yu Fuchen could clearly hear the restaurant proprietress laughing loudly: "Hey, is this a person walking a dog or a dog walking a person!"

Yu Fuchen thought to himself: Of course people are walking their dogs!Still a blind, deaf and dumb old demon dog! !

"Brother who walks the dog, may I ask..."

The words were not very pleasant, Yu Fuchen turned around angrily, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, the person who came to talk to him didn't even look at him, but patted Feng Changhuan on the shoulder, causing the latter to stiffen for a while. Obviously, the brother he said was a red-eyed old ghost, but the dog being walked was himself.

"He's deaf, can't hear, and is still dumb, can't speak." Not wanting to cause trouble, Yu Fuchen suppressed his anger and explained to others.

While talking, he looked at the person in front of him. He was wearing a bright red shirt, and the inner lining was a pure white tunic. The sleeves and corners were embroidered with cloud patterns in gold silk. The collar made his neck look slender, highlighting the elegance and elegance of a literati , and also wore a pair of knee-length official boots on his feet.

It must look rich, but why does it feel a bit like... the father-in-law in the palace on the stage?

Yu Fuchen suppressed a smile, seeing this young man with a ponytail and a matching forehead, he felt a little familiar.

Taking a closer look, there is a vivid phoenix tattooed on the back of this person's hand, which is emitting a faint light. It can be seen that this person is full of spiritual energy and has practiced for some years.

"This fellow Taoist, is he from Taoyuan?"

Only then did the boy glance at him, and he cupped his hands and made a bow, his voice was soft and clear, very pleasant.

"That's right, in Ming Si Nian at Xiataoxijian, may I ask your Excellency..."

Yu Fuchen thought about it: "In Xiayu Fuchen, he comes from the Buddhist sect, but he hasn't become a teacher yet, so he can't be regarded as a person without appearance."

The other party smiled back, and the answer hit the nail on the head: "It turned out to be a casual cultivator, nice to meet you."

Yu Fuchen thought to himself: People look like dogs, and their words are so unpleasant...

Feng Changhuan couldn't hear the movement, and he didn't see any movement on the dog leash in his hand for a long time. Curious, he lifted the hair tie that covered his eyes.

This glance met Ming Sinian's gaze, and the latter was taken aback.

He had followed all the way from Kunlun before he found an opportunity to come to visit him, but unexpectedly the other party was a casual cultivator.

It's not discrimination, it's just that it's a pity that such a talented person didn't get to be a disciple of the Twelve States.

It's nothing more than a casual cultivator, but he still runs around with a living dead person, what kind of mind is he at ease?

It is true that Ming Si Nian is wary of the two, but he is a person who is so confident that he has a little conceit, and he believes that they cannot make huge waves.Even if he could, he would be suppressed at the beginning of the ripples, so he just said indifferently: "Take a step to speak."

Yu Fuchen was guilty of being a thief, afraid that this Taoyuan disciple of unknown origin would reveal his secret to the public, thinking that he was caught by the other party, so he could only grit his teeth and follow up for the sake of the overall situation.

Entering an inn through the chaotic and bustling market, Ming Sinian took the two of them to a private room, locked the door with ease, and set up a light-colored barrier.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask what is the relationship between the person next to you and Kunlun?"

Hearing his straight-forward question, Yu Fuchen's heart was broken, and he pretended to be stupid and asked, "Kunlun? What happened in Wonderland?"

Ming Si Nian should be too lazy to talk nonsense with him, but after all, he is a disciple of Taoxi Jian of the East China Sea Medical School, and he is good at healing rather than fighting. Very bad.

Furthermore, his original intention was only to find out the details, and there was no need to make enemies with others.

"A few days ago, Kunlun was ordered by Jiuchongtian to execute the monster who caused troubles in the world. When the mountain was closed by heavy snow, many monks who went to observe were blocked from the gate of the mountain and had to go back home regretfully. One of them. But on the way back, I received a secret letter from Kunlun to the master, so I stopped the two of them to find out out of curiosity."

Yu Fuchen knew that there was deceit after listening to him explain the details with embellishment, and impulsively asked: "Nonsense!"

Immediately, he realized that he had hit the road, and jumped straight into the opponent's trap, without even struggling.

Ming Sinian, who had succeeded in his scheme, smiled obscenely, and Yu Fuchen didn't want to pester him, so he got up and pulled Feng Changhuan, who had only subsided for a moment, to leave, and Ming Sinian raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't be too impulsive, I haven't finished my words yet."

"Step aside."

There was a stalemate for a while, but Ming Sinian didn't take it seriously, and signaled Yu Fuchen not to worry.

"Don't you want to know what was written in the secret letter sent by Kunlun?"

"It just means that someone made a disturbance during the execution and asked the twelve prefectures to punish him."

"On the contrary. The Immortal Venerable Jiu Mengjun announced that the monsters are dead, and there will be no wind and joy in the world. Don't you... don't you want to know the reason?"