Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Xiao Fufeng, the master of the Yuehua clan revered by thousands of people, would appear in the death place of Fengdu, could it be...

Yu Fuchen didn't care to say hello to the old man who was watching the booth, and rushed forward, shaking Xiao Chen's motionless body, his voice was trembling with shock.

"Master Xiao, wake up, don't scare me, you won't die, right..."

The real emotion in the world touches one's heart, and it's just a matter of sitting on the ground and crying.

Yu Fuchen was about to open his voice, when he suddenly saw Xiao Chen, whose face was pale and lifeless, opened his eyes, and was so frightened that he wailed and took a few steps back, almost sitting on the ground with weak legs.

"You, this...I..."

"What's the name of the ghost, I'm not dead yet."

Coughing up bloody foam while talking, Xiao Chen picked up the teacup that had been in front of him for a long time and drank it all in one gulp. The cold tea soup rolled into his stomach from his lips and tongue, making his whole body even colder.

"come over."

Yu Fuchen was taken aback for a moment, but he dared not approach him, fearing that Xiao Chen was a ghoul that had returned from Fengdu, so he trembled and did not respond.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Chen showed annoyance, and shouted in a low voice: "Come here! This place is so cold, I'm going to freeze to death, will I die if I get angry!"

"Master Xiao, you...really not dead?"

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, he bit his finger and dipped it in cinnabar and drew a spell, and stuck it on Yu Fuchen's forehead before speaking.

"Your way of greeting is really unique. Father, have another pot of hot tea."

"This is……"

"Good stuff that lets you hear voices."

"... Isn't it too ugly?"

Grandmaster Xiao gave him a blank look, and made a gesture to tear off the life-saving yellow paper, but Yu Fuchen quickly changed his words and said that his handwriting was beautiful, and placed Feng Changhuan on the recliner, wrapped it in three layers of thick clothes, and this He just sat next to Xiao Chen, and was wondering how to warm him up in order to be considered polite, when he was kicked away by the other party.

"Forget it, I don't want to get close to people, you'd better stay away."

Compared with his weird temper, Yu Fuchen was more curious about why he appeared here, took the teapot from the old man and poured a cup for Xiao Chen, took a sip himself, and waited for him to explain.

Xiao Chen didn't intend to hide anything, and he spoke again after regaining some composure.

"The suzerain of the Yuehua clan and Wu Shandu Liancheng want to target you in one spirit. They do not agree with each other because they have different ways. It is reasonable to part ways. Why, are you pitying me?"

"No, I'm just curious. You are a master-level figure in Yuehua Clan. Even if you go against the will of the suzerain, you will not be kicked out of the sect, and you will not be healed. What happened?" Xiao Chen said. With frozen hands retracted into the sleeves, he caressed the sleeping Cang Mang and shook his head.

"I have a fellowship with the suzerain, and I will never betray you lightly. It is really not my wish to go against my will. If I didn't go against my heart this time, I wouldn't..."

He paused, and looked at Feng Changhuan who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

"You came to Fengdu all the way, you don't want to dig a hole to bury him, do you?"

"Master Xiao's mouth is too poisonous. I came here to seek the help of Jiuyou Huahai. Master cut off his meridians in the battle with the emperor's sword servant. It is still far from repairing the injury with the silkworm Gu of Jiuyin Island. Not enough."

"It may not be good for you to take a slanted sword."

Xiao Chen sipped the tea soup to moisten his lips and tongue, regained his complexion slightly, and spoke earnestly like a respectable elder.

"What you see with your eyes may not be true."

"I also ask Grandmaster Xiao to clarify."

"You talk about humility one by one, but it's hard for me to reject people thousands of miles away. Anyway, I'll just remind you this time, and I won't be an example."

He got up and went to Feng Changhuan's side, pulled out the jade-colored wrist from under the thick coat, checked his pulse and nodded.

"You were right to go to Jiuyou Huahai. Now it seems that the silkworm Gu can no longer heal his injuries, and even if it doesn't lure the Gu insects out of the body, it may even backfire on the host."

"Isn't Master very dangerous?"

"I think it's more important to worry about yourself than him. Forgetfulness Gu has already made you lose your three senses. In a short while, you may become a rage man controlled by others. Obviously, he doesn't want to face such a situation. "

"How does Master Xiao know my three senses..."

Deafness is excusable, but how do you know that you have lost your sense of smell and taste?

Xiao Chen didn't raise his head, and said quietly: "Fengdu is full of dead bodies, and the stench is suffocating, but you didn't react at all, which is enough to show that your sense of smell is not good. And this tea is not an ordinary bitter tea, it is the decoction that the old man brewed for me to recover from my injuries. , you didn’t even notice it at all, so the sense of taste is no longer there.”

A generation of masters really lived up to their reputation.

Yu Fuchen, who had been betrayed, couldn't hide anything anymore, so he told the truth about his recent encounters. By the way, he went to the old man at the stall to ask for a new pot of tea, and took out a silver leaf to pay for it.

"Eighty Chinese, I can't find it."

The old man's voice was weak and hoarse, accompanied by a weak cough from time to time, Yu Fuchen felt sorry for him going out to make a living at his age, so he politely said that he didn't need to look for him again, but the old man refuted coldly.

"Businessman, be a man first, and then do business. I'm looking for 920 Wen. If it's not enough, I'll pay you with things."

Yu Fuchen hesitated to speak, the old man squatted with his back in front of the money box, looking for the change one by one, and kept muttering something.

Xiao Chen explained, "Don't underestimate the self-esteem of ordinary people. The poor are not necessarily lowly, and the powerful are not necessarily noble. What you see is not true, and what you hear is not true. Thinking about it this way, even if you lose all five senses, it is not necessarily a bad thing. "

"Master Xiao, have you foreseen what will happen to me in the future?"

These words made Xiao Chen stop drinking the medicine, looked down at the unnaturally clear medicine juice, shook his head, then nodded again.

"Mu Xiyue's today may be your tomorrow."

"How do you say that? Could it be that Elder Xiyue, who has occupied the real power of Jiuyin Island for many years, is also..."

"Other than that, I don't make other guesses. I will always remember the little girl who liked to hang around Wangchen Junmu Xinfeng when I was young. Although people's hearts are indeed fickle, her reliance on her closest relatives will never change." Let her be ruthless and imprison her brother for more than ten years."

"You mean..."

Xiao Chen coughed lightly, his voice became clear, and he looked at Yu Fuchen indifferently without a trace of emotion.

"Mu Xiyue is controlled by Mrs. Meng, and this old woman is the first wife Meng Shi who has worked hard for decades with the old man Gulan in the world of cultivation. Meng's family was also considered well-known in the world of cultivation back then, and she was born on Jiuyin Island But she married into Wushandu, and later the husband and wife had a rift, and after parting ways, the Meng family returned to Jiuyin Island. At that time, I didn't know the significance of her move, but today, all the mysteries have been solved."

Yu Fuchen still wanted to ask more questions, it can be seen that when Xiao Chen pressed his chest in pain, he still swallowed the words he was eager to ask.

"Master Xiao, let me heal your wounds. After spending these days with Wei Zhi, my medical skills have also improved a lot."

If it weren't for the unbearable pain, Xiao Chen's haughty temperament would never show weakness in front of outsiders, especially if he had to be honest with each other.

"Then...you are not allowed to look at or touch randomly."

Xiao Chen was extremely resistant to being touched by outsiders, Yu Fuchen couldn't do it, so he had to watch him take off his shirt with difficulty.

Dried blood stains stuck the inner shirt to the wound, tearing it off was no different from peeling off the skin, Xiao Chen couldn't do it himself, so Yu Fuchen had to do it for him.

"Master Xiao, bear with it a little bit, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

After making up his mind, he decided to tear it to the end, and there was a squeak, which made Yu Fuchen's flesh ache.

I thought this was the difficulty, but who would have expected that when Xiao Chen, whose upper body was half covered, turned his head and stared at him, his eyes would be red with tears, his long hair was half loose, and he would bite his lip in anger. What does it look like?

If it wasn't for the fact that Little Wild Wolf has his own heart and has no interest in outsiders, he might be fascinated by Xiao Chen like this.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain... Do you know why I hate him?"

Xiao Chen pointed at Feng Changhuan, and every word he uttered with pain was extremely clear.

"He caused the death of my beloved, but I forgot all the heavy crimes that I should bear and lived alone. I wish I could kill him with my own hands!"

When mentioning hidden pain, Xiao Chen became more and more emotional, but Yu Fuchen was not in a hurry to argue, instead he persuaded him not to get too excited with a playful smile.

"Master Xiao, you are seriously injured, and getting angry is not conducive to the recovery of the injury."

"you!"

"Seeing that the large wound on your chest is full of burning marks, it must have been injured by a spell. No wonder the spell you healed by yourself doesn't work. Let me ask one more question, if you get hurt like this, delaying it will surely kill you." Dangerous, why didn't Grandmaster Xiao turn to Taoxi for help, but ran around and even arrived at Fengdu?"

These words stung Xiao Chen, he snatched the medicine bottle from Yu Fuchen's hand and pushed him away, turned to apply the ointment silently, his painful forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he refused to show his fragility in front of others .

After smearing one piece in a daze, he let out a sigh of relief, fastened his collar button, turned around and pushed back the medicine bottle.

"What does it matter to you that I come to see my old friend? It's time for me to leave when the matter is settled. I have said all I need to say, so you can do it yourself."

After saying that, he got up, and he did not forget to take out an iron fan from under the table and put it on his waist. After walking a few steps, Yu Fuchen dragged him back by his sleeve.

"Why are you stopping me! I'm crazy!!"

"Master Xiao is injured, I don't worry about you running around alone, if you happen to be surrounded and killed by Wu Shandu, I will regret letting you go who is seriously injured."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen not only didn't appreciate it, but also pulled out his hand with a sneer.

"You want to make up for Feng Changhuan's mistakes. You think beautifully! Even if you do me a favor, I won't appreciate it. Unless you have the ability to bring the dead back to life, all regrets will be empty talk!"

"Grandmaster Xiao..."

Yu Fuchen lowered his eyes sadly, such a reaction made Xiao Chen startled.

"I don't know what happened back then, and I don't know why you hated Shizun for ten years, but Shizun is ashamed of you, so I must protect you. Whether it's revenge or reconciliation in the future, you must stay Fate is here."

Xiao Chen clenched his fists with five fingers, he was at war between heaven and man, hesitated for a while, took a deep breath and sat back beside the tea table.

"Your so-called protection is to let me stay here for a long time?"

"Of course not. I have a way to help you recover as soon as possible. It's just that this process is boring and boring. If you don't mind, Master Xiao can talk about the past. In the past that I didn't participate in, what kind of grievances and hatreds did you have with Master?" ?”

The author has something to say: I forgot to indicate it yesterday, so I will make it up today.

What Milken said to his master, "My son should only see paintings, and I only know about them. When I write about the end of the world, I am definitely not a person in the dust." It comes from Su Shi's "Three Ways to Lose the Title".