Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Xuannan's death revealed a ray of light in the night sky that had been gloom for more than a month, and the snow city that had been shrouded in death for a long time finally got a ray of life.

The blood was washed away by the rain, and flowed for several miles. Yu Fuchen wanted to wipe off the blood stained on his hands, but he couldn't wash off the filth.

Xuannan is dead, each of them is a murderer.

He suddenly looked like a child who did something wrong, and he didn't dare to go back and face Feng Changhuan.

He knew that Xuannan was an important friend to that person. In the past ten years, it was his help that saved the two of them from danger time and time again. It can be said that without Xuannan, they would not be where they are today.

Such a person is dying before his eyes, but he can't help anything, can't do anything, and he hates this despair.

Yu Fuchen found a secluded place outside the city, stood Luan Dao beside him, and drank wine without taste.

Even he hates himself like this, let alone that person?

... But why does he care so much about his opinion? Even if he knows that there are all kinds of entanglements with him in the past, he doesn't have deep affection for a man, right?

Using wine to drown his sorrows and make his sorrows worse, the distraught Yu Fuchen simply fell to the ground, looking up at the wonders of a ray of sky.

The drizzle that has been falling for many days still hasn't stopped, but the pungent smell of blood is less than before.

After suffering from the punishment of God for too long, even this little charity made him feel flattered and happy, let alone those ordinary people who superstitiously believe that the Nine Heavens will save the world?

Yu Fuchen closed his eyes with a sneer, and suddenly felt that the coldness of the rain was no longer on his face, and when he looked up, it was the man holding an oiled paper umbrella painted with peach blossoms, holding a warm lamp in the dim mountains and fields, Awakened him who was lonely and drunk.

"You...how come here?"

"I'm here to look for you. It's too dark and the night is too long. I'm afraid you won't find your way home."

Feng Changhuan leaned over to wipe off the reddish raindrops on his face, wiped his face dry with his cuff, saw that his forehead hair was still wet, took out a handkerchief to wipe it off for him, Yu Fuchen was shocked He bounced off the ground, grabbing his hand and not letting go.

"You shouldn't have come looking for me, I let you down."

The man's eyes dimmed slightly, "There is no disappointment, only sadness. I will be sad for Xuannan's death, but I won't blame you for it. This is the path he chose, and we can't stop it."

"I still don't understand, people can live, why should they die?"

"You are always very attached to life, which is right, but for them there is more meaning than living, so they chose to sacrifice."

"They? Besides Xuannan, who else makes you care so much and feel sad?"

Feng Changhuan was not in a hurry to explain the past to him, handed the paper umbrella in front of him, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Come on, walk with me."

It had been a long time since he was alone, and Yu Fuchen said that he didn't want to do these childish things with him, but he took the paper umbrella very actively, and walked back with him on the road.

From time to time, he glanced at this man who was a little shorter than himself, but his face was as young as ever, and pushed the umbrella to that side without any trace, for fear of getting his shoulders wet.

Feng Changhuan noticed his actions, at first he smiled and said nothing, but then he covered his head with an umbrella, but Yu Fuchen was so cold inside and out, he couldn't laugh or cry.

He pushed back the man's umbrella hand, then took his hand and walked on.

Yu Fuchen felt a little shy when he touched his hand actively, and realized that he was the emperor of the mortal world, and realized that being passive was not his style, so he immediately pulled his hand back and held the person's hand, just like this awkwardly. walking.

The man still didn't speak, so Yu Fuchen looked Feng Changhuan up and down. Today, it was that frost-colored round-neck robe with a ponytail, holding a lamp and walking slowly, quite like a knight-errant. .

He swallowed, cleared his throat, and was about to speak when he heard the man say "um...".

The two looked at each other, a little embarrassed, and waited for a while without seeing each other speak, and shouted together: "You speak first!"

They looked at each other for a while, and said at the same time: "Forget it, let me talk first!"

Feng Changhuan laughed first, and quietly covered his mouth.

"In the past, Xuannan often told me that he was ashamed of a person, and selfishly monopolized what he thought was his own, but he never thought that the moment that person appeared, even his life was not his own. It sounds like It's ridiculous, but after knowing the story between him and Bai Hong, everything can be explained."

"So you didn't stop him?"

"I put myself in the position and thought about how I would choose if I were in Xuannan's position. I found that my choice was the same as his, so I have no reason to stop him."

Yu Fuchen really wanted to say that he didn't understand, that he didn't understand what kind of emotion it is to sacrifice for love.

After Feng Changhuan said this, he tried to put himself into it, and found that he would do the same... and the person he loves must be the person in front of him.

At this moment Yu Fuchen realized that he was going to fall on this person.

"I also don't understand why Cang Tianhe indulged himself. He obviously has a sweetheart, and clearly has the consciousness to give everything for him, but he still indulges himself in the gentleness, and has a son like Yun Wuyu."

The man didn't speak directly, but asked instead, "What kind of existence do you think the sword spirit is?"

"It is a tool to live in the world by reviving the spiritual energy given by... the spiritual master or Di Tianyao. Just like their essence is a sword, what they do can only be the function of a murder weapon."

"Then even if you fall in love with Luan Dao, can you stay with it for the rest of your life?"

"Of course not!!"

... Of course you are the only one who can love for a lifetime! !

Feng Changhuan raised his eyes and looked at him, his brows and eyes were full of sadness.

"So their relationship is doomed to end without hope."

Before they knew it, the two walked to the west of the city in the rain, and saw a temple standing in the bleak and dilapidated city of snow and mist.

"That's the Yuelao Temple. In the past, good men and women would always come here to ask for a marriage lottery, in order to be able to stay with the person they like for a lifetime."

Seeing Feng Changhuan was about to enter the door with his clothes on, Yu Fuchen stopped him hesitantly.

"Wait, you haven't said who the people other than Xuannan are."

"After that, you had a temper tantrum with me and went overseas. It's rare for you to forget. I don't want to mention it again to make you leave me."

The man smiled abnormally and walked in the door. Although Yu Fuchen felt helpless, he didn't know what to say, so he had to let him go.

"It's really... still naive, like a child... Wait! Don't get caught in the rain, run slowly!!"

Yu Fuchen definitely doesn't believe that the temple is blessed by gods, but the Yuelao Temple is peaceful and peaceful, it doesn't seem to be destroyed by a Gu monster, and you can feel the warmth surrounding your body, and the aura is very abundant. better explanation.

Realizing that the source of spiritual power was the old tree in front of the court, Yu Fuchen took a closer look, and just stepped on the stone steps when he felt a strange movement under his feet. It was a snow-white stag blocking his way.

The white deer must have slept here for a long time, and was very dissatisfied with the arrival of the uninvited guest. He let out a snort from his nasal cavity, leaned closer to the front and back, and walked around the people before stomping his feet and kicking his hind legs reluctantly. Go behind the tree.

"Baizi!!"

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the serious man just now flew to the side of the white deer, almost knocking the spirit creature down.

Seeing Feng Changhuan coquettishly rubbing his arms around Bai Zi, Yu Fuchen was amused, but also a little helpless, put away the paper umbrella and looked at the old tree carefully.

The branches are jagged and uneven, and the buds are ready to bloom. It is different from ordinary plum trees. The thick trunk must be hugged by several people. It can be seen that the old tree has been around for some years, and it may have become fine.

"There is a tree spirit living in the old plum tree, and they have a very good relationship with Bai Zi. I brought you here because of a promise I made back then."

Feng Chang was laughing and clamoring that Bai Zi had already pushed him under him, and his face was covered with saliva, seeing Yu Fuchen was upset, he dragged him out from under Xianlu without saying a word, and wiped him off. There are stains on his face, and he still counts.

"How old are you, and you still don't know what's important, you're just begging to be beaten."

Unexpectedly, just as he said this, the sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and the man suddenly drew his sword, which caught him off guard.

"Use your sword, Emperor."

Feng Changhuan smiled at him, with a little warlike heroism in his eyes, which made Yu Fuchen feel helpless.

"Where are you acting?"

"If you fight with me, you will know how deep I am, don't you want to try?"

"Didn't I know your depth in our relationship long ago, and you know my length? Nonsense, you just want to find someone to fight, do I look easy to bully?"

"You bullied me a lot in the past, it's time to pay back!"

The fierce battle was about to break out. At this time, Yu Fuchen didn't realize that Feng Changhuan was playing with him for real, so he waved his hands perfunctorily.

"Okay, okay, isn't it okay..."

Before the words fell, the red light flashed again, his face turned cold, and there was a small wound oozing blood.

Yu Fuchen wiped it with his fingertips, looked at the remaining blood, and looked at the man with puzzled eyes.

"Are you serious?"

Feng Changhuan kept his face serious, holding the Phoenix Emperor's swords in his hands, and he didn't mean to joke with others.

I don't know what his intentions are, Yu Fuchen wanted to risk his life to accompany the gentleman, he waved his hand and revealed Luan Dao, his two fingers drew together across the back of the saber, rubbing the blood stains on the saber, and the Luan Dao made a trembling hum in an instant.

The two looked at each other, and even Bai Zi stood up to watch a good show.

Feng Changhuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was holding the red emperor sword in his right hand and the black phoenix sword in his left hand. Standing in the snow, with flowers and rain falling from the sky, it was a very beautiful painting.

"You have to fight with me with a correct attitude, and you don't have to show mercy."

After saying that, he flew out, changed his gentle and refined appearance, and there was a bloodthirsty cold light in the only remaining black eye, and he did not hesitate to attack Yu Fuchen.

Seeing him like this, why didn't Yu Fuchen fight fiercely with him to make him enjoy himself, and swiped Luan Dao in front of him to block the long sword that the man cut.

The clear and piercing sound of swords and swords shook the surrounding rime to the ground, and the dead leaves flew up.

"This level is not enough."

Yu Fuchen exerted a slight force on the hand holding the saber, and pushed forward, causing the man with more agility to bounce out, and when he turned around, the other hand stabbed at him, forcing Yu Fuchen to use his real skills to sweep away the knife. He raised his leg and kicked that person, and at the same time, he shot out with the spine of the knife, repelling the person instantly.

With brute strength, Feng Changhuan was no match for him, as early as the beginning of the reunion, his spiritual power was running out, and his recovery by relying on Master Xuyun's relics and Guyu's spiritual source was no better than the increasingly powerful Yu Fuchen. He was easily defeated, the tip of the sword pierced deeply into the ground and then slid for more than ten steps before stopping the brute force of being repelled.

Seeing that Feng Changhuan was bleeding, Yu Fuchen, who realized that he had done too much, immediately went to see his situation. Since he did it himself, he didn't know how to make up for it, so he kept apologizing.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, it's because I'm not serious."

The man stroked the ribs on his chest that had been kicked off, and smiled a bit reluctantly. "No, you did...just right."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of applause.

At some point, there was an extra person on the old plum tree, and he seemed contented to watch their wonderful fight.

"Okay, very good, the good show that was ten years late is finally staged. It seems that the original bet was lost alone."