Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

After many years, when he saw Yu Fuchen who was completely different from his childhood as an adult, he knew that he had lost.

Sure enough, the person who knows Chang Tianjun best in the world is Fahuajun.

As proud as it should be, he didn't want to look at this young man who caused him a disastrous defeat, so he leaned lazily aside, and his tone was also extremely impatient.

"Tell me, when and where."

Yu Fuchen covered Feng Changhuan's mouth, and looked back at Ying Yougu who was full of disdain.

"I don't need your miracles, I can avenge Xuannan by myself."

Ying Yougu laughed loudly when he heard the words, "It seems that he doesn't appreciate everything you have carefully arranged, but if he can realize this, Gu will change his opinion somewhat."

Feng Changhuan wanted to tell him not to act impulsively, once he missed some things, he would never have another chance in this life, so why bother to show off his tongue for a while.

But Yu Fuchen covered his mouth, not letting go at all.

"If you can fight against Di Tianyao by force, then what is the difference between me and him?"

Seeing such a wolf cub protecting food, Ying Yougu seemed to understand why Feng Changhuan was so obsessed with this wild guy.

In order to get to know this young man in depth, Ying Yougu first issued an invitation, "Why don't you go for a walk with Gu."

Looking up and down at this man who can't even put on clothes, Yu Fuchen resisted a little.

"You don't like me, and I don't like you, do you want to single out?"

"You always have to inherit Gu's godly deeds, and it's not too much for Gu to test you."

Feng Changhuan kept winking, and pushed Yu Fuchen away to save his face, so the latter had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk away.

After avoiding Feng Changhuan, the other party asked straightforwardly: "Do you know Di Tianyao's origin?"

"Isn't he... a spirit fetus?"

"That's a nonsense made up by him who claims to be a spiritual fetus, always thinking of being superior to others, and overpowering others. It's unbelievable."

Ying Yougu pulled out his plum flute and beat his sore shoulders and back, even though his face was young, his demeanor was still full of oldness, he was indeed old.

After taking a few steps, Ying Yougu stopped, clasped his hands together and stuck the plum flute horizontally in the tiger's mouth, pressed it against his forehead, closed his eyes and murmured to the sky, Yu Fuchen didn't hear the subtle prayer overflowing from his mouth .

"Di Tianyao is also human, at least, he used to be human."

"Can I understand that this is a curse?"

"It's a pun, and it does have a derogatory meaning."

Ying You Gu was playing with the plum flute, turning it freely between his fingers, thinking about how to speak.

Suddenly, he froze, turned around and asked, "Do you know that Di Tianyao has a brother?"

Yu Fuchen covered his face and muffled the words in his palms, "Please, don't tell me about those love-hate entanglements anymore, I thought the Cang family's relationship was already messed up enough, I couldn't take it anymore."

But the other party didn't seem to hear his words, "Yedi Yutianyin is his younger brother."

Ying Yougu took a step towards him, and Yu Fuchen immediately took two steps back.

"Di Tianyao can reach the sky only by possessing the power of the gods, otherwise you really think he can unify the three realms and divide the strict hierarchy that cannot be violated?"

"I don't know whether the god you are referring to is a person or a race. Since the power of the god is so powerful, how could it be stolen by the mortal Di Tianyao?"

"Everything has spirituality. It was born at the beginning of the ancient times. It relies on faith and enshrines the survivors. It is a god. Only gods can decide their own life and death. When they reject the world and choose to end their lives, his deeds will be scattered in the world, just like This cup."

Ying Yougu took out a jade cup from his sleeve, let it fall to the ground and shattered, randomly picked up a piece of broken jade and spread it in his palm.

"If you get one of them, even if there are only a few bits and pieces of stars, your spiritual behavior will be different from ordinary people. This is a necessary condition for stepping into the fairy gate. The death of a god is like a whale falling, and it will nourish all things in the world with its mighty power. Those who happen to get the god of death Most spiritual people are the chosen heirs of the gods."

Speaking of this, Ying Yougu grabbed Yu Fuchen, pulled him in front of him, and widened his empty and burning eyes, making people sink into it like a whirlpool.

"Yu Tianyin is just one of them. He was born as a Fallen God, but his fate was robbed. Even if he still has the godhead, he is still a half-finished product that was abandoned. He fell into the world, and his personality and consciousness are dominated by kindness and malice."

He leaned close to Yu Fuchen's ear, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a bewitching voice: "When you think of this, you must still think of another person who behaved the same as him and has long been similar. That's right, Yu Fuchen Fahua Junfeng Changhuan, who was revived after Tianyin's transformation, is an abandoned god..."

"How much does he know about these things?"

"Maybe nothing."

"Then can I ask you to do me a favor?"

Needless to say, Ying Yougu knew that Yu Fuchen wanted to keep this secret for him.

Even if he can't remember the past, this person is still protecting him out of instinct. No wonder Lianhua reiterated again and again: I didn't protect him, but he saved me.

"Lonely never wastes effort."

"As long as I have."

Smart people are straightforward, Ying Yougu closed his eyes, pondered for a long time, and realized that he had been looking forward to seeing the two of them not for any purpose, but pure curiosity.

"You can't give me what I want. You can help me this time for free, but the price is to be prepared to inherit the deeds of God."

Yu Fuchen didn't know the pun in his words, "This should be unfavorable to you, why did you persuade me to accept your power several times? Also, are you referring to certain people, a certain god? The ethnic group, or some...spiritual things?"

Hearing what he said, Ying Yougu smiled, "He is a special person who has attained the godhead and possesses divine actions. If you want to delve into the reason for his powerful power, Gu can only say that his destiny is like this. Yutianyin is the same."

Some people are born with a destiny, and they are destined to be extraordinary in their lives.

No matter how free from vulgarity, it is just a drop in the ocean of this dao of heaven, this samsara, even Emperor Zun himself is as insignificant as a mayfly who lives and dies.

"No one deliberately arranged all this, but fate is so interesting, don't you think so?"

"So you just want to convince me to take possession of your gods? I've never seen a person who is as tired of living as you...God."

Except Xuannan.

Ying Yougu understood his confusion, and answered ambiguously: "It's okay if you don't...I'm afraid you will regret it if you really want it."

Talking to himself, he walked towards the direction he came from, stopped after a few steps, and looked back at Yu Fuchen who was full of reluctance.

"If you need it, you can come to Gu at any time."

"I hope that day never comes."

"You will wish."

Between lovers and passers-by, do you believe that you will abandon the former.

On the return trip, it was still the same paper umbrella, and it was still the bright light.

Farewell should be bone-chilling, walking on the rainy alley in the city of snow and mist, the bleak and dilapidated scenery around you does not have a sense of disqualification.

Feng Changhuan reached for Yu Fuchen's hand indiscriminately, and the moment his fingertips touched the person, they were held in his palm.

Yu Fuchen looked a little embarrassed, "I... will carry you back."

"...Why?"

"You have injuries on your body, gritting your teeth is not an option."

Feng Changhuan didn't show anything on his face, but he was secretly happy in his heart, and swallowed the polite refusal that he wanted to blurt out, and nodded to him.

This was unexpected, Yu Fuchen put the umbrella in his hand without saying a word, and was about to hug the man by the waist, when he heard the man ask in a low voice: "Can you carry me?"

That’s right, breaking a bone in your arms will only hurt more. A certain person is also very upright, turning his back and bending down. When the person puts his back on his back, he suddenly feels a pain in his head, and many similar scenes follow one after another.

It was like walking with a sword, and the man vomited behind his back.

It was like when the man was playing in the pool, the man jumped at him with an uncharacteristic laugh, clamped his waist, and asked him to learn self-control.

...It was also like the blood-soaked person walking through the quietest and longest dead night in his life as he dragged his breath.

He was stunned for a long time...for a long time, Feng Changhuan waited for him for a long time, and then covered his eyes with his hands, touching a piece of damp heat.

"Okay, it's all over, it was just a dream."

When you wake up, you are far away from calamity and misery.

Feng Changhuan never imagined that it would be the self who never forgets the past the most to comfort him.

"I want to hear stories about gods."

"There is no distinction between humans and gods, they are just a group of people deified by superstition..."

Yu Fuchen thought for a while, "Perhaps I should ask the question in a different way, what would happen to a god without divine power?"

"I don't know either. Maybe it's like a person who has exhausted his spiritual power. He will grow old and die. He just goes to a place different from ours, and waits there quietly for the next reincarnation."

He always fantasizes so romantically about all kinds of beauty that don't exist, which makes people feel distressed.

Walking on the road, you can only hear the ethereal echo of stepping into the stagnant water.

Yu Fuchen's mind couldn't get rid of what he said just now, and he really wanted to try to ask Feng Changhuan how he would react if he knew that he also had a godhead.

In fact, the answer to this question is not difficult to think of. If that person knows that he can also contribute to God, he will definitely devote himself to him.

But he doesn't need... All he wants is this person in front of him.

So he started the idea of ​​persuading Feng Changhuan, and said "maybe God can't help us" for no reason, which made Feng Changhuan confused.

"What does that mean?"

"The filthy world is already in chaos. If they wanted to stop it, Di Tianyao would not have committed evil so far."

"Or maybe they were powerless to stop them, succumbing to Emperor Zun's strength, as if they should have bones, quietly waiting for someone who can execute him to appear."

Yu Fuchen asked: "Does he think that person is me?"

"I think that's enough."

"You really believe me, obviously Xuannan always thinks that person is you."

"Naturally, you were trained by me alone."

Yu Fuchen stopped and looked back at the man, frowning up and down, disapproving of the words.

"That's not what you said in bed."

"What did that say?"

"I want...give it to me again...please..."

"..."

After finding a relatively intact house, Yu Fuchen placed Feng Changhuan under the eaves, sat by himself, and used his body to shield him from the splashing raindrops.

"To be honest, I don't really want to go back."

"I know."

"They placed too much hope in me, and let me always be vigilant that there should be no mistake. I really want to let go, but looking at those sad, painful, and even dull people, I know that all this is because of me, I How could it be possible to stay out of it and ignore it.”

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, I won't force you, I just hope you do as you please."

Feng Chang smiled happily, rushed forward and held him in his arms, insisting on giving him a hug.

Feeling that it was embarrassing to be so passive, Yu Fuchen tried to struggle, and the man pretended to be in pain and yelled. He was so scared that he didn't dare to move, so he obediently leaned on his shoulder and asked him whether the injury was serious.

"Boy, you used to like to lie in my arms and act like a baby, but when you grow up, you don't love anyone."

"I just... don't want to make the same mistake again."

After hearing this, Feng Changhuan was a little silent.

He let go of Yu Fuchen, took out the hookah stick from nowhere, twisted the shredded tobacco and handed it to him.

Yu Fuchen subconsciously lit a fire in his palm, and after watching him take several puffs, he realized what he was doing in a daze, grabbed the cigarette rod and said fiercely: "Don't die, right?"

"If you don't mind, just stay here and chat with me for a while."

Feng Changhuan smiled again, "I think this may be the last time our master and apprentice have a heart-to-heart exchange."

These words made people feel sad, and Yu Fuchen felt very uncomfortable when he heard them.

"Before the war comes, is there no chance to enjoy the stability again?"

Feng Changhuan let out a long puff of smoke, his brows and eyes were lowered, and the appearance of the mole of tears looming between his eyelids was very moving.

"From now on, I will no longer be commensurate with your master and apprentice. In the future, we will just be Taoist companions, lovers, and husbands and wives."

No longer holding the air of being a teacher, Feng Changhuan leaned on the side with his legs spread apart, feeling that he was not enjoying himself, put one foot on his lap, dangling around to tease him.

"After thinking about it, I don't know how to say goodbye to you as a master and apprentice. Why don't I...give you a teacher's order."

"It's just a formality, why be serious."

"I want to make a conclusion for the past 20 years, and I don't want to have regrets in the future, let alone regrets."

Seeing him take back the cigarette stick from his hand again, Yu Fuchen felt helpless, but he didn't stop him, he just warned: "Don't smoke too much, it will hurt your body."

"Master, I have thought about it, and I order you..."

After a moment's pause, Feng Changhuan retracted his legs and moved in front of Yu Fuchen, actively pinching his chin and kissing his lips.

In the past, he who only scratched the surface seemed to have a lot of desires, and his strength was neither light nor heavy.

Not to be outdone, Yu Fuchen quickly pushed Feng Changhuan down on him, making the kiss even more intense.

There is no flame, just announcing that each other has become their own, nothing more.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and the two reluctantly parted, looked at each other, and ended their master-student relationship with a fiery hug, and the beginning of their love.

"I want you to never be bound by human relations and etiquette, never to be inferior to others and to be used by others, and never to distort your heart for worldly affairs. I want you to be happy for the rest of your life, forever."

"It's a coincidence."

Yu Fuchen bit his earlobe lightly.

"I look forward to you too..."

The author has something to say: the last warmth before the final battle, being able to become calm is a big step forward for them all.

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