Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The visitor was wearing a red dress that was loosely draped over his body. The places that should be covered were completely uncovered, and the places that should not be exposed were half-covered. He sat high on a branch with messy blond hair, holding a long flute made of a plum branch in his hand. , looking down at the two of them.

This time Feng Changhuan was wounded, Yu Fuchen caressed the wound on his chest, untied his belt and looked at it, and saw that there were a lot of bruises, he wished he could chop off his own paw.

"How come the attack is neither light nor heavy..."

Thanks to Feng Changhuan being a master of resistance, he repeatedly pointed at the person on the plum tree, even if Yu Fuchen didn't want to look at it, he pushed his chin to make him turn his head away.

"Your status is more noble than Gu, it should be Gu who salutes you."

The man jumped down from the branch, walked barefoot in front of Yu Fuchen, nodded slightly as a gesture of courtesy.

He squinted his eyes, as if there were no pupils in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes exuded a soft red light, without the sharp and sinister discomfort of a villain.

It's just...too untidy.

Seeing his chest exposed, Yu Fuchen frowned and felt uncomfortable for a long time, put his hands together to tighten his collar, turned around and hugged Feng Changhuan.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Seeing the intimate scene by the old man, Feng Changhuan looked a little embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he was held in his arms and couldn't move.

"No matter how coquettish he is, he can't watch too much, you are mine!"

"No, he..."

"If you like flirting, I'll show you when I go back!"

"I mean he..."

"Say him? No, you can only talk about me..."

Listening to the jealous conversation, the man in red raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and the plum flute turned in his hand, bringing it to his lips, and there was a melodious and melodious melody. Jiuxiao.

Yu Fuchen stopped involuntarily, turned his head as if feeling a sense, and suddenly saw a tree of buds blooming in the blink of an eye, like that...

"A tree of pear blossoms presses crabapples..."

Feng Changhuan gave him a light slap with his backhand, "What obscene poems are you reading! How can you describe it like that!"

"Then how to describe it??"

"Thousands of pear trees are blooming!"

Yu was stunned for a moment, looked down at the man, and snorted.

"I don't love those warm house flowers and roadside wild flowers, but I only love you."

This time, Feng Changhuan's old face was completely red, and he was hit hard, making his eyes stare.

Seeing this scene, the one who watched for a long time didn't feel ashamed, and while the two were flirting and cursing, he stopped in front of Yu Fuchen, bowed his hands meaningfully to him, and nodded again.

"Below, there should be bones."

He only heard his voice but did not speak, and the ethereal sound lingered for a long time.

Yu Fuchen looked at Feng Changhuan, expecting him to give him an answer.

"He is the tree spirit living in the old plum tree, and also the god of flowers."

"There should be bones, there should be bones..."

Yu Fuchen repeated the name over and over again, tasting a hint of the rugged and proud connotation of Sammei, but why is such an extraordinary and refined fairy so obsessed with him?

Seeing the doubts in his heart, Ying You Gu put Mei Xiao around his waist, and took advantage of the situation to straighten his messy hair.

This person is used to being unrestrained in the mountains and fields, he will not behave respectfully to anyone he sees, and he has established himself as a king and has been enshrined for many years, so he has long ignored people.

Yu Fuchen is one of the few who can catch his eyes, so he is considered polite, but it is impossible to ask him to worship like those ordinary people.

After all, Han Mei was born with an unyielding and proud character, and would rather bend than bend.

Ying Yougu walked in front of Yuelao Temple with small steps, tapped his fingers, and the plum tree branches that were empty just now were suddenly covered with marriage notes tied with red silk, swaying slowly in the wind.

"I have been here for hundreds of years. I have witnessed the changes in the world, the vicissitudes of life, and seen countless cold and summer, flowers blooming and withering, but I still don't know what life is. Following this doubt, I am here pretending to be old. Holding the red thread to connect marriages, and seeing many births, old ages, illnesses and deaths, the first question was not answered, but even more puzzled. Tell me, why is life born?"

In the past, Yu Fuchen would have answered without hesitation: Life is about finding what you love, staying with you throughout your life, never leaving.

But after experiencing Xuannan's death, he has a different view on this: "People are born to die. Like mayflies or duckweeds, they drift with the tide and live toward death."

Not only should you be stunned, but even Feng Changhuan was surprised by his answer.

"Xuannan, it is also Cang Zhuyou who was destined to be the enemy of Jiuchongtian since he was born, and stepped onto the rack to take his life. This is the case for Cang Tianhe, and the same is true for Yun Wuling. I am very puzzled, there is really someone in the world who can escape the arranged Fate?"

Ying Yougu suddenly laughed, leaning back and forth, pointing at Feng Changhuan at Yu Fuchen.

"Lianhua, did you hear that? Did you hear what he said? He said that he didn't believe that anyone could escape fate."

Yu Fuchen was puzzled, Feng Changhuan's expression was also solemn like he had never seen before, which made him even more puzzled.

Ying Yougu walked in front of him, and it was extremely uncomfortable to look at a pair of eyes without pupils and focus. Yu Fuchen hurriedly avoided his gaze, and was chased in front of him the next moment.

"Others don't dare to talk nonsense, but point out that the one who resisted fate and succeeded must be you—the Chang Tianjun who once enjoyed all the glory, but was willing to fall into dust for love."

Ever since the memory of the past was lost again due to the effect of the Forgetfulness Gu, even the stories of the past that Feng Changhuan heard were extremely illusory and unreal to Yu Fuchen, as if listening to other people's stories and forcing himself into it. in.

What's more, the person's narration of his feelings was just passing by. Yu Fuchen couldn't feel what kind of emotion he felt when he was willing to bear Di Tianyao's anger for him, and he didn't understand why he chose to jump off with his essence. The sea of ​​reincarnation.

"I don't understand what you're saying..."

Considering Feng Changhuan's mood, Ying Yougu didn't follow closely, and said calmly: "Okay, let's not advance to this life, just talk about this life. Gu will tell you about the past ten years ago."

More than ten years ago, Feng Changhuan, who lived in Tianyu Mountain, had to leave his hometown with his young Xingzhi because he was squeezed out by the world.

At that time, he was still a young boy, holding a child who still had a ferocious nature, who often had to bite him to suck blood to feed his hunger, and led a very sensible and spiritual fairy deer. He wandered outside the city for a long time, but he dared not enter the door.

Ying Yougu likes to walk alone on the city wall at night to see the bleak scenery of mountains and fields. When he saw them on the first day, he was only attracted by the white deer that was so refined.

The next day, when he passed by here, he saw them temporarily sheltering from the heavy rain in a corner under the city gate that would not be swept by the strong wind. The child sleeps more peacefully.

On the third day, out of curiosity, he squatted by the city wall and peeped for a long time. He was a little surprised when he saw the scene where the boy bit the boy's neck and sucked blood, but he was not surprised.

After watching for a long time, until the two of them fell asleep, he took off his outer shirt and covered them, and then left with peace of mind.

Later, he didn't want to look at it anymore. In the final analysis, people who refused to ask gods to worship Buddha at the end of their lives did not deserve to be given mercy by the gods. He had no obligation to care about them, let alone help them.

But on that day, his guests came uninvited.

There was a comatose boy lying on Xianlu's back, and the boy followed behind with his head bowed and walked without saying a word. When he arrived in front of Yuelao Temple, he didn't dare to enter, Xianlu turned his head and bit his clothes and dragged him. He moves on.

Ying Yougu thought it was funny, he appeared in human form, with blond hair and red clothes, condescending, without saying a word.

Xianlu stood in front of him, bowed his head and knelt in front of him, pleading silently.

And he turned away with his hands behind his back, dismissive.

"This is what he asked for. If you don't believe in gods and Buddhas, don't blame gods and Buddhas for not saving the world."

In fact, he was still hesitating at that time, since he claimed to be a god, he should not ignore people's suffering, whether it was against the way of the gods.

But before he could come to a conclusion, a hand grabbed the hem of his clothes, and pulled the already uncomfortable clothes to the crook of his arms, exposing his solid shoulders.

"Please, save him, he can't die here."

The immortal deer who had just bowed his knees also took human form, knelt at his feet and begged for his mercy.

Ying Yougu was a little bit moved, or a little tempted.

He glanced back at the man who was so pure that he seemed to blend in with the snow all over the ground, staring at his reddish nose tip, he felt his heart beating faster.

He raised the man's chin with the back of his feet, and saw clearly the eyes obscured by frosty white eyelash feathers, and the plump and alluring lips. At that time, his first thought was to monopolize this beauty that was different from ordinary people.

"What's the price? To trade with the gods, you have to pay something. Is it faith or dedication?"

Ying Yougu admitted that he did have selfish intentions, and even wanted to tease him to see how far this ascetic spiritual creature could do for its master.

The immortal deer in human form lowered its eyes, took a deep breath, and said only two words: "Accompany."

"How to persuade Gu?"

"The price of a god's longevity is endless loneliness. I think you must have someone to accompany you through these long and lonely years."

Ying Yougu pondered for a moment, and quickly accepted his statement.

"Gu is a person who is easy to get tired of the old. When Gu gets tired of you, he will let you go. This deal, you are sure to make money."

As Baizi wished, Feng Changhuan was awakened by the healing of the flower god, and even the injuries he suffered in Jiuchongtian were gradually recovered by the spirit of plants and trees, thus possessing a repairing power beyond ordinary people.

Ying Yougu is a free-spirited person, he never took this life-saving kindness to heart, but fell in love with this young man who dared to love and hate, became friends with him, and often talked about trivial matters.

"Your feelings for him are very unusual. I think you must have something to ask for when you come to Xuemia City."

Ying Yougu pointed at Meixiao and sat under the old tree with his legs spread apart, staring blankly at the activities of the rain of flowers all over the sky.

At that time, Feng Chang laughed and said: "How dare you, it's just a shelter, it looks humble, but it's actually extravagant, it's not worth mentioning on the stage."

"Perhaps Gu can help you."

The so-called help is to give him a more stable place to go.Thanks to Ying Yougu's recommendation, Feng Changhuan got acquainted with the well-known Nine Thousand Years in Kyoto, and with Sui Chenyue's understanding, he and Xingzhi stayed in Xuewu City logically.

He often used the excuse of looking for Baizi to have a few drinks with Ying Yougu, and Ying Yougu also kindly called him a little friend. The two talked and talked, and they were very concerned about the world.

One day, Feng Changhuan suddenly had the urge to bet with someone, so he leaned against the railing and fiddled with his pointed nails, looking at the boy in front of him, guessing what trick he wanted to play.

"And what benefits do you want to get from Gu, you greedy boy, don't you think you don't want enough?"

At that time, Feng Changhuan's soul body had just returned from Fengdu not long ago, his body was very weak, and he was weak even to speak.

"Troublesome Flower God is helping me everywhere, but I'm going to leave Snow Misty City again and lose this place of shelter, so I have to find a way to give him some room to live."

Looking at the behavior of chasing and fighting with Bai Zi under the tree in the distance, he should give him a bone-white look.

"Gu has always disliked this child. He is withdrawn and only gets close to you, without any human touch. Why waste all this time on him?"

"I caused him to this point, and I will be responsible to the end."

Ying Yougu took a sip of wine, "Gu doesn't like his ghost pupils, and no one knows if he will bite back. I advise you to take his soul yuan and come back to life again, this time be careful not to let the thieves take advantage of it." And entering, isn't it more comfortable than you smashing to the end like this?"

"I don't want to be comfortable, I only want his well-being. I know Flower God is thinking of me, but you don't have to. As long as it has something to do with him, I won't give in."

As stubborn as he is, Ying Yougu has no intention of persuading him.

"So, what do you want to bet with Gu?"

Feng Changhuan smiled at him first, with a hint of flattery, "I told you, you can't be angry."

"Hmph, if Guruo is such a stingy person, you would have died thousands of times already."

Feng Changhuan laughed at him, and immediately turned serious, "Bet on the future of the line, the bet is the flower god, your all-in-one magic."

Ying Yougu put down his wine glass and asked, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I want to help him."

"So you use these crooked brains on the lonely body?"

Ying Yougu got up angrily, strode to the old tree, pinched Xingzhi's face and forced him to look at Feng Changhuan with tears in his eyes.

"If you want Gu's supernatural power, it depends on whether he can bear it. When he is wiped out, do you want to remember Gu again?"

His tone finally fluctuated, even with anger.

But Feng Changhuan was not in a hurry when he saw him, he even smiled and persuaded him to calm down.

"Flower God doesn't need to get angry. I dare to do this because I have absolute confidence. Please also ask Flower God to believe me. And if Flower God doesn't want to, just pretend I didn't say it..."

"There is no unwillingness! There is no unwillingness!!"

"The flower god is wishing?"

Realizing that he was being tricked, Ying Yougu pursed his lips and gave Feng Changhuan a look, turned his back and pushed Xingzhi back into his arms, then walked up to Baizi, stroked its head, and stroked its forehead with his fingertips. A little red.

It took a long time to make up my mind.

"You always have to pay a price to trade with the gods. What is your bet? Not to mention taking your life to pay for it, it's not uncommon."

The man pretended to be disappointed, "Since this is the case, I have to bring something extraordinary to please the Flower God."

Holding a dazzling blue crystal ball in both hands, he brought it in front of Ying Yougu, tapped his finger, and drew a line out of thin air, and the crystal ball turned into a water line and melted into the body from the fingertips.

"Shark beads? You really have a lot of good things."

"Flower God, thank you. It was given to me by Chaosheng Yuhuang Qiangong Wenque. It is a treasure in the sea of ​​suffering. Although it is a bet, before the outcome of the bet is settled, I still want to give it to you to protect him. Even if something unexpected happens to me, the game can continue."

"Hmph, you want to make a steady profit without losing money. You have to give up your supernatural powers and take care of this baby that will cause controversy and disaster for you. How can you succeed?"

"Doesn't the Flower God want to give it a try? If it succeeds, this shark bead will belong to you."

Ying Yougu wanted to say that although shark beads were rare, it was not necessary for him. In the days when there were no shark beads, he still guarded the world, so why bet on his own gods to bet with him?

Before he could say the words of refusal, Bai Zi grabbed his cuff and tugged at his hand, hoping that he would give in, and granted that man's wish.

Seeing Bai Zi's clear pupils shining with stars, Ying You Gu couldn't bear to refuse.

He patted Baizi's head, thinking about what he would be like if he was in human form at this moment, he must be begging for mercy, cute and pitiful...

If you stab him once, he will cry very loudly...

Thus, there is a gambling game that should be happy with the bones and the wind.

The author has something to say: here is a very critical turning point before the ending, a pit is buried here, including what cutie said in the comment, why would Xuannan think that the master is capable of fighting against the emperor , this is also a foreshadowing, and it will give people a feeling of sudden enlightenment when it is untied later.

Ying Yougu is not a supporting role, but an npc doing quests, who happens to have something to do with another npc, Baizi, or a tsundere ghost... Gong?Probably... This pair may not have a sideline, or it may appear at the end, mainly depends on whether I am lazy...

Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~