Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Huh? Did he really say that?"

Di Tianyao, who buried his head in the beauty's lap, finally raised his eyes, sat up slowly, and let the thin shirt be draped over his bare shoulders.

Chun Jun knelt under his seat, but he still didn't dare to raise his head beyond the layers of gauze curtains and the surrounding clouds.

"The subordinates dare not speak nonsense, but the subordinates... still have one thing unknown."

"You don't understand why the lonely emperor plots against his son."

Chun Jun was silent, Di Tianyao smiled lightly and pulled the slender man who was soft and boneless behind him to him, hooked his chin and kissed his eyes, the warm and powerful touch was alluring fascinated.

The male favorite has not yet grown up, and he is clearly still a young man who is not familiar with human affairs. He was hesitant and shy at first, but also harbored natural fear in his bones, but after serving the bed, he became bolder, as if he was full of confidence to be favored by the emperor.

He straddled Di Tianyao's legs, and leaned close to the man's shoulder. Seeing that Di Zun was not angry, he kissed his earlobe lightly.

Although Chun Jun didn't dare to take this bold move seriously, he was disturbed by the movement.

Di Tianyao said with a smile: "Can a son who calculates himself be called a calculation?"

"Subordinates don't know."

"Chang Tianjun will never know that Fahuajun is just a bait, a bait to ripen him. From the very beginning, the meaning of Fahuajun's existence is for him, not to become the lonely emperor's pet. As early as a hundred years ago In the previous encounter, the lonely emperor had already married them with his own hands, and they thought they were stubbornly fighting against the sky, but in fact they have been in this trap without seeing the light of day, pitiful and pathetic."

Everyone in Jiuchongtian knows that the twins Fahuajun and Changtianjun are the insurmountable gap in Emperor Zun's heart, but the powerful man who shows his fatal weakness in front of others has a special charm.

Out of pity, the young male pet whispered in that person's ear: "Emperor..."

The man smiled at him and pulled him back to the bed.

"Guhuang and Chunjun still have important matters, you should step down first, and you will come to bed tonight."

The boy nodded again and again, "Then, it's done."

He also stretched out his little finger as a gesture to hook up with that person.

Di Tianyao's smile was meaningful, and he thought it was this childish behavior that made him disdainful. The young man withdrew his hand in aggrieved way, but was held by someone halfway and pressed it in his palm.

"Baby, do you want to swear an eternal alliance with the lonely emperor?"

"I...I dare not."

"Why don't you dare, to the end of your life, you will be the Emperor's man, are you satisfied?"

Di Tianyao smiled charmingly when he said this, the young man was caught up in his warmth, couldn't tell what night it was, put on his clothes and left happily.

When passing by Chunjun, his footsteps did not stop, but there was a flash of light, and a bloodstain splashed on Chunjun's face.

The sword spirit, who was used to it, sighed indiscriminately, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood, and raised his hand to grab the young man's dead body, feeling very sorry.

"This subordinate thought that this pet will be very popular with you. It's a pity to die."

"The eyebrows and eyes are three points like him, but not as charming as him. It can be regarded as the fulfillment of Gu Huang's promise to him. He will be Gu Huang's man until death."

The tip of his tongue lightly licked away the blood between his fingers, and Di Tianyao's golden pupils shone faintly.

"Sure enough, you are still thinking of Mr. Fahua. Since he left, all the male favorites around him are more or less similar to him."

"But they're not him after all."

Di Tianyao got up with a sigh, his untied long hair was a little disheveled, and his belt was untied. He got off the high platform barefoot, picked up bait and fed it to the birds in the golden silk cage.

"Going to Xuewu City, what else can I gain?"

"I found the trace of Baihong."

Di Tianyao froze for a moment, seeing that Chunjun's expression did not seem fake, he suddenly laughed.

"Wonderful, really wonderful. The day Yingshen Nine Sword Spirits return to the sword box is the day when the two of them return to the control of the Gu Huang. Gu Huang ordered you to bring Bai Hong back as soon as possible. There must be no mistake."

"But Emperor Zun, Kunlun Cang Clan is also there. Although he is seriously ill due to the poison emitted by the dragon sparrow, his strength should not be underestimated... The subordinate refers to his ability to control Baihong."

Speaking of this, Di Tianyao seemed careless, opened the cage door and let the bird jump on his fingertips, even if he threw the bird into the air, the spirit object still refused to fly away, and sang softly around Di Tianyao. He is much happier.

"His ability to deceive people has always been good. If he gets in the way, let him die."

"But Bai Hong has already shown signs of going crazy, and his subordinates are worried that without Cang's control, will he..."

"The sun will rise and the moon will set without anyone in this world. If you can't control it, you will destroy him. After all, there is only one Changtian Lord and Fahua Lord in this world."

"My subordinate understands."

"Remember, the lonely emperor's patience and indulgence are only reserved for his own son, and the rest will be killed if they cannot be conquered."

"Subordinates obey."

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Sending Xuannan back to his residence, the people who besieged the gate in a fierce manner before did not know where they went, only Liu Ming Si Nian was healing the civilian who was injured by Bai Zhezhou.

Fortunately, this person's life is still alive, otherwise, before the epidemic, the devil who hurt people will make people panic even more.

In this situation, Yu Fuchen, who had nothing to do, could only use soft and hard tactics to get his words out of his mouth. "Tell me?"

"Don't say~"

"Then I'll ask someone else."

At this moment, Bai Zhezhou was tied up by Buyinlou and thrown into a corner, Yu Fuchen didn't panic, he went up to pat Bai Zhezhou's face, pretending to ask questions.

"Hey, did you hear that, if he doesn't want to say something, why don't you say a few words instead?"

Bai Zhezhou, who still hadn't recovered his sanity, couldn't give him any face. He opened his mouth and wanted to bite someone. Yu Fuchen was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hands. Feng Changhuan entered the door.

His complexion recovered a little, not as pale as before, and he changed into a plain round-necked robe, and still wore a veil on his face, giving him a half-covered hazy feeling.

As soon as he saw him, Yu Fuchen's legs softened and he stopped clamoring, sitting on the side with a cup of tea and pretending to be a person.

"The matter has come to this point, there is no need to hide it anymore, it is better for everyone to be frank."

Feng Changhuan stepped forward a few steps, stroking Bai Zhezhou's forehead with a cool hand, calming his restless emotions.

Yu Fuchen looked uncomfortable, took the man's hand and pressed it on his lap, angrily rubbed the unconscious Bai Zhezhou for him.

"Touch your hair, you won't be scared. Okay, let's get down to business."

This smell of vinegar was so sour that no one could see it, Xuannan made a grimace first, realizing that he no longer had room to escape, forced to recognize the reality, touched his shiny bald head, a little embarrassed.

"I'm ashamed to say that this little monk is actually... a descendant of the Cang family in Kunlun, Bai Hong, a masterpiece restored by this little monk."

Yu Fuchen is no stranger to Kunlun being ranked among the top twelve states, but mentioning the Cang family is unheard of.

Opening the notes and looking, the head of Kunlun, Jiumengjun, is surnamed Liu. Although the rest of the elders are known by their names, they should have nothing to do with this Cang family.

Ming Si Nian served hot tea for everyone, and when he put away the tray, he muttered in a low voice: "The Cang clan...could it be the Kunlun clan famous for making swords?"

Feng Changhuan nodded and explained on his behalf.

"The Cang family used to be the master of Kunlun. I don't know why a hundred years ago, he left the world of cultivation and retired to the snow-capped mountains in the fairyland. It has been many years since I heard the name of the Cang family. The Kunlun sword is famous all over the world for its unique method of controlling energy. The widest width is no more than two fingers. This kind of cold sword is different from ordinary products. It must be tailored by the swordsmith for each monk. Lai has attracted much attention, and the Cang family is the most skillful family among them."

Yu Fuchen smacked his lips, "Tsk, since people who cultivate the world have generally improved their cultivation bases enough to condense their body protection, there is no need for foreign objects to be around them anymore. The retreat of swordsmiths from the stage of history is also in line with the development of the times."

"That's true, but is this really progress, not regression?"

Feng Changhuan moved closer, almost touching his face.

Yu Fuchen subconsciously wanted to hide, but resisted the urge, swallowed, and unknowingly felt his chest throbbing because of the approach of that person.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Emperor Nine Heavens Emperor's proud collection is the Yingshen sword box, and the nine famous weapons contained in it are each housed by sword spirits. Compared with relying on one's own strength, such assistance may not be the key to victory."

At the mention of the Nine Sword Spirits, Yu Fuchen felt another stabbing pain in his head. Under the bright light at first glance, there seemed to be nine silhouettes with different shapes and postures, and the outlines gradually became clear.

He tentatively touched the forbidden area of ​​memory, but when he stretched out his hand, he was bounced back by the strong light. The tingling pain in his palm forced him to wake up, and his consciousness was forced to return to reality.

When he came back to his senses, Feng Changhuan was pressing his forehead against him, and his breath was warm on his face, and when he met his eyes, Yu Fuchen blushed involuntarily.

"I didn't even have a fever, why did I lose my mind?"

Yu Fuchen blinked, said a drawn-out "Hmm..." and struggled for a while, then pouted and pecked at him, and then said in a weird way: "It's delivered to your door, you don't have to eat it for nothing..."

Hearing what he said, everyone was taken aback when they saw that there was someone loving in public in broad daylight.

Only Feng Changhuan nodded unhurriedly, and made a gesture to untie his clothes, so frightened that Yu Fuchen quickly grabbed his wrists, for fear that he would cause some trouble again.

"Don't make trouble, just keep talking, what's the matter with the sword box, and what's the matter with the sword spirit?"

"So...the increase of the spiritual power of the monks seems to be more profound, which is to improve their own strength, but it is not the case. The concession of Jiuchongtian is actually a great weakening of the cultivation world, and the Cang family who mastered the counterattack method has become the key point. The objects being guarded forced them to retire."

XuanNan took the opportunity to interject, "Not only the young monk, but even Cang Tianhe, the master of Tingyulou Yun's brothers, was a descendant of my Cang family. He was put on the torture rack for public display for three days, and died of blood."

He looked at the motionless Bai Zhezhou in the corner, and very rarely showed a gentle and melancholy wry smile.

"That will also be my ending, Fahua-jun, you are right... If you don't say some things, I'm afraid you won't have a chance until you die..."

To clarify the clues, it is not difficult to speculate that Xuannan has concealed the identity of Cang's descendants and hid in the Buddhist sect for many years based on Chunjun's words before.

Yu Fuchen was puzzled, "Do you have any reason why you must die?"

"I want to keep my name and be a saint forever."

"I will feed you to the bear!!"

"He can only live if I die."

The author has something to say: Xuannan and Bai Zhezhou are having an affair, but I haven’t elaborated on how they got together, and how a demon monk moved his heart, and was willing to return to secular life for him. The couple will have a meeting The branch line will also talk about the past of Cang Tianhe.