Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Light boat! Light boat!!"

This behavior also scared Feng Changhuan. He never thought that Gu Qingzhou was going to die, so he immediately pressed the wound for him, trying to save his life, but his injury was too serious, and his heart was already hurt.

No one present was good at healing, watching Gu Qingzhou's breath gradually fade, but he was helpless.

"I... still owe him an apology."

Feng Changhuan's tone was helpless and sad. After seeing the ghost pupil placed in the wooden box, he knew that he had misunderstood Gu Qingzhou and this man who seemed timid and cowardly but was actually a strong-tempered man.

Yu Fuchen leaned over, gathered the purest part of the spiritual power in his body into his palm, and put his palm on the wound on Gu Qingzhou's chest, transferring the spiritual power to the latter.

Due to the infusion of his spiritual flow, Gu Qingzhou's aura survived, and his stagnant pulse pulsed again, showing signs of returning to life.

"Hurry back to the city, only Wei Zhi can save him!"

"Wait a minute, go back now, he will die on the way."

It was a childish voice that spoke.

Out of nowhere, a girl about seven or eight years old appeared, wearing an eye-catching bright colored brocade dress, her long hair was tied up in a bun near the clouds, her cheeks were lacquered with cinnabar, and her lips were rosy red. Her appearance did not match her age. , which looks weird.

Yu Fuchen didn't feel that the girl looked familiar, he just thought it was here to add to the confusion.

"There is not even a ghost in this wilderness, go home and find your mother, my brothers are in a hurry to save lives, so I won't play with you..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone covered his mouth.

Feng Changhuan glared at him, and bowed to the girl respectfully.

Seeing this, Yu Fuchen was even more puzzled, and then he heard the man calling: "Patriarch Yikui."

...It turns out that the head of the Taoxijian of the Eastern Sea Medical School who lived in the rumors is really a little girl?

Patriarch Yikui nodded slightly towards Feng Changhuan, stretched out his left hand, palm facing up, his spiritual power turned into a shining sparrow, flapped his wings and flew to the shoulder of the dying Gu Qingzhou, jumped and blended into the wound, forming a barrier , can not only control the speed of blood loss, but also save his life.

"I haven't seen you for many years, you are still so young."

"I can't bear the honorable title of Lord Fahua. I came here specially because I heard that Xuemi City was in trouble, and I was worried about my apprentice. By the way, he should be your apprentice now."

Hearing a little girl and an old man screaming was really weird, Yu Fuchen didn't quite get used to it, so he lowered his head to look at Gu Qingzhou, the man's complexion didn't improve, but his breathing was much smoother, unlike before, he exhaled more and inhaled less, Life was indeed saved.

But the more he didn't want to get involved, the more someone wanted to drag him into the water. Feng Changhuan took his arm and dragged the reluctant him to Patriarch Yikui.

"Patriarch, do you still remember him?"

"Without the ghost pupils, I really can't recognize it. But besides him, I can't find another person who will follow you with all my heart."

Yu Fuchen felt that these words were overtly and secretly hurting him like a dog's skin plaster, and his expression was not very good-looking, but seeing that Feng Changhuan was full of joy when he saw his old friend, he didn't want to say something unsightly to make him feel disappointed.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and for a while, only the howling of the cold wind could be heard, and even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, they couldn't think of any words of greeting.

"Now you are also the emperor of the world. You don't need others to point out what you should do or not. If you were old, you wouldn't spend your days in this barren state."

Patriarch Yikui walked past Yu Fuchen without looking him in the eye, which made him even more puzzled. Could it be that this elder who had never met had any prejudice against him?

"Don't worry too much. The Patriarch is notoriously strict with others and himself. She will urge you and have high hopes for you."

"She is right. Being a coward in Snowmist City is not a long-term solution. I really should think about how to turn passive into active."

With Chang Ming's family taking care of Gu Qingzhou, there was no need for Yu Fuchen to worry about anything, he picked up the fleshy body and jumped up lightly, and quickly disappeared into the night.

And Patriarch Yikui, who pulled the silk thread and cast spells to heal Gu Qingzhou's wound, just glanced at him, and asked without raising his head, "Aren't you going to chase?"

"It's time for him to think deeply about where to go. The world forces him to grow up. No matter how much I try to protect him under my wings, I can't help him for the rest of his life. Besides, who can guarantee that the choice I make is absolutely correct?"

"Being able to realize this means that after leaving the East China Sea, you were also forced to recognize the reality."

"And now, Patriarch, you have also come to Shenzhou, which makes me realize how dire the situation is."

Patriarch Yikui's spellcasting action froze, and he went deep into the treatment again, but was bounced away by a faint spiritual light.

"Gu Qingzhou, you don't want to live?"

Gu Qingzhou lay in Changming's arms without saying a word, and did not move, his remaining consciousness was still a little sober, and he refused to rescue him with his only reason.

It seems that he who closed his heart back then also rejected Ming Zhijin's rescue.

Changming hugged Gu Qingzhou sadly, trying to comfort him, and begged him to stay with him, but all the words were so pale and powerless, could it really move him who had given up his heart many years ago...

"Qingzhou, to tell you the truth, I even thought that even if you couldn't wake up, I would accompany you until the day I died of old age. But you were not awakened by me who accompanied you day and night, but let the palace merchant in the swaddle Wake up, I have been angry with him for many years, do not pet him, do not love him, and do not want to see him. I thought that if you knew this, you would laugh at my childishness, so I never told anyone about it. Now I don’t want this You're so shameless, you..."

The lofty Son of Heaven, Beiming, cried like a lost traveler.

"You wake up and laugh at me, okay..."

Knowing that it would be a scene so sensational that it would make people feel physically and mentally sad, Yu Fuchen was glad that he fled the scene first with Huohu in his arms, and sat on the roof of the Jiuchongque Pavilion to blow the air.

Zai'er was taken away from him for too long, his heart was empty, and he finally felt a little bit like a father.

Seeing that Zai'er didn't hate him as much as before, he would stretch out his two short arms to wrap around his neck, sob a few times, feel wronged, and stop making trouble.

"I didn't mean to wrong you, but who can predict this in advance, people's hearts are unpredictable..."

He made a cut on the pulp of his finger, and leaned in front of Rouhuhu. After smelling it, Zai'er quickly hugged his wrist and began to suck.

Seeing him wolfing down his food, Yu Fuchen first smiled kindly like an old father, and then suddenly realized a very serious problem.

"When I was young, I also liked to drink like you... Could it be that I am him..."

"You are not my son, it's just that I raised you. How many times do I have to say it?"

Feng Changhuan appeared behind him at some point, and patted him on the head with a little force to drive away the messy thoughts in his head at the right time.

Yu Fuchen was not surprised either, he snorted, turned the flesh in his arms over, hugged him with one hand, and patted his round buttocks.

"I'm the one who got you bothered. If you make a decision earlier, you won't be surprised, and it won't let you..."

Seeing that Feng Changhuan's face became gloomy, Yu Fuchen hurriedly silenced, for fear that he would fight with him again with his sword in the next moment.

He looked away at the dark sky and fell into thought. He quickly came back to his senses and said for no reason: "I seem to have discovered some details that have not been discovered until now."

"for example?"

"Hmm... Bai Zhezhou."

"He is Bai Hong, as long as he brings his identity into the past, everything will make sense."

"That's what makes me even more puzzled."

Yu Fuchen paused for a moment, then leaned on his shoulders with the meat that was full, patted him on the back, and hugged him in his arms after hearing him hiccup.

"I remember you once told me that Bai Qinghan accepted Bai Zhezhou as his apprentice because someone entrusted him, and that person should not be Xuannan."

"It's his mother Yu Shi."

"But Bai Zhezhou is a sword spirit, how could he have a biological mother? Besides, Bai Aoshi is also Bai Hong's wife, there is a mystery, how can he marry a wife?"

Feng Changhuan blinked, looked at him, and thought deeply about this question.

"Maybe... just a mother in name, but there is no such person?"

"Or maybe she has always existed, hidden in the system of Lingxue Palace. These days I am thinking, let alone what Jiu Chongtian has done recently. When we were in trouble in Wushan, the Heavenly Sword Sect rushed to help, and the snow mist killed the people." Don’t you think it’s too coincidental that Taoxijian came out while the line was hanging? I must always feel that someone is manipulating everything in the dark. On the big chessboard, we are just a pawn at the mercy of others.”

It's not even Di Tianyao who controls all of this.

"There is also Senior Brother Liu who fell into Snow Misty City together with Junior Sister Chen. After the Gu Yao Rebellion, no one paid attention to where he went. Now trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack. And Bu Nian'an, he seems timid and arrogant. Cowardly, he doesn't even dare to show his position in front of others, as smooth as he is, he will never side with the weak Wu Shandu, could there be someone behind his back who ordered him to act like this?"

Feng Changhuan stared at Yu Fuchen, looked at him with hairs straight, and rubbed back unobtrusively, the man suddenly rushed up, grabbed his collar and pressed him to the roof.

"When did you recover your memory! You recovered your memory without telling me! You bastard! You bastard!!"

He swung left and right, hitting Yu Fuchen with stares in his eyes, backed up again and again, realizing that he had shown his feet, so he couldn't make excuses anymore.

The man's fists hurt his body, and he looked extremely angry, Yu Fuchen held his wrists in his palms, pressed his head, and kissed him when he drew closer.

Feng Changhuan felt that his temper was really good, a kiss could calm him down, and the grievances he had suffered these days also disappeared, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

The two hugged for a long time in the cold wind, before Feng Changhuan stabilized his mood and asked him, "When did you think of it?"

"Every time I get a headache, I will think of something, and sometimes when I look at your every move, it will overlap with the fragments of my previous memory, but I dare not say."

"What's wrong with that..."

"I feel ashamed of you. Seeing you so sad, I can't bear it."

He could understand his thoughts, Feng Changhuan turned his back, pulled the fleshy body that was crawling all over the ground on his lap, glanced at Yu Fuchen from time to time, and met the fiery eyes of that person several times, making him feel embarrassed. His earlobes were red.

"You are going to see Bu Nian'an, and I will go with you."

"You stay here and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

The tone is a little tougher, which is different from before.

Feng Changhuan's disappointment was clearly written on his face, "You think I'm old and useless."

"That's not the case. Be good. You can take care of your son. Don't worry me."

He kissed the man's forehead again, and let Feng Changhuan suppress all the words of dissatisfaction, even if he was reluctant, he still nodded.

He took out the wooden box that Gu Qingzhou gave him today, and there were still dried blood stains on it. Thinking of the long process of losing and regaining, he sighed again.

"Now I am hesitating whether to ask Master Yikui to help me put back the ghost pupils. I was not used to losing them for a while, and I stumbled when I walked. I hope that one day I can regain the ghost pupils. But I am used to being half-blind, so I don't have them." That attachment, looking at it will always remind me of the unbearable past, maybe this is something that doesn't belong to me, so I shouldn't force it."

Yu Fuchen didn't persuade him, he untied the knot tied behind his head, and removed the bandage covering his left eye layer by layer.

Because the method of taking away the ghost pupil was too cruel, there were knife cut scars around the eyes.

He kissed the man's drooping eyelids because of the hollow eye sockets, "It's okay, if you don't want to, you can hand over the ghost pupils to Yu Tianyin."

"I have to think about this matter carefully. Regarding the matter of going to see Bu Nian'an, if you don't want me to accompany you, please ask Bu Yinlou to go with you. He knows Bu Nian'an better than you and me. If it is him , it will save you a lot of trouble.”

"it is good."

Yu Fuchen's meeting with Bu Nian'an was done in secret, no more than three people knew the details, and Bu Yinlou communicated with him, and he easily convinced the scheming Bu Nian'an.

Yu Fuchen said with a smile: "Bu Zhenren must miss you very much. No matter what, you are his son. The current situation is chaotic. He must still hope that you can stay by his side."

"Maybe, but I don't agree with what my father did. It would be best to resolve these misunderstandings. Even if I can't, I don't want to act against my will."

He has been working for the Xuanji Pagoda for a long time, and he can see Feng Zhehuan's methods everywhere in his actions. It is precisely because of seeing that person's shadow that Yu Fuchen can't help guessing which side the Xuanji Pagoda is on in this chaotic battle. And for whom to fuel the flames.

The meeting place was set at Bromoshui outside Xueyu City, but I received a reply within half an hour. It can be seen that although Bu Nian'an didn't show up, he had the same plan as old man Gulan, and set up camp early to wait and see what happened.

Yu Fuchen and Bu Yinlou avoided the crowd and left the city. When they arrived, they saw a man wearing a cloak standing by the river, looking coldly at the rushing river below them.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Bu Nian'an turned around, and instead of taking off his hood in a hurry to reveal his real body, he carefully placed a soundproof barrier around him.

He looked at his long-lost beloved son, who seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he couldn't mention it due to various factors. He resisted the urge to look at whether the Buyinlou was added, and turned his head to look at Yu Fuchen.

"Shouldn't it be time to call you Emperor?"

"Could it be that Bu Zhenren is also willing to bow his head and be a minister to me? Then I will accept it with a smile."

Yu Fuchen replied with a playful smile, even Bu Nian'an, who was used to seeing big scenes, was speechless.

"You specially made an appointment just to tease Dao Xu?"

"Of course not. I came all the way, and I just want to ask, is Master Bu willing to help me?"

In the invisible dark place, Bu Nian'an squinted and smiled, "Oh? How can I help you."

"On the surface, he said he was helping me, but in fact he was helping Bu Zhenren himself. I think you will have no objection if you want to save Mr. Xi."

Hearing this, the back of Buyinlou's neck turned cold, and he wondered why this man couldn't open any pot and carry which pot. My father had been fighting with Master Bai for decades, and every day he was looking forward to his death, so he almost stabbed him himself After finally overthrowing his deadly enemy, how can there be any reason to make trouble for himself?

Bu Nian'an's expression was hidden under the hood and he couldn't see clearly, but he obviously hesitated.

Based on Bu Yinlou's understanding of his father, in the past he would have refused without even thinking about it, but now that he is so indecisive, his father's temperament has changed drastically these days, and he finally wants to talk to Bai Master and uncle reconciled? ?

Bu Yinlou's weird thoughts popped up one after another, but Yu Fuchen seemed to have a plan in his mind.

He was wearing a dark golden imperial robe, and he walked slowly with his hands behind his back, which really felt a bit of oppression.

"Bu Zhenren will not refuse this request, will he?"

"when."

"The sooner the better. Xijun was tortured to death by Wu Shandu. Apart from me, Mo Qianlin was also eager to save others. Bu Zhenren betrayed me as a favor with Tiandaomen. With this help , I believe it will be easier for Bu Zhenren to act next."

Bu Nian'an was silent again, and Yu Fuchen smiled smugly with an expected expression.

"Bu Zhenren don't have to worry too much. I am better at saving people than Ling Xuegong. I came to see Bu Zhenren just to ask for a little help, such as..."

He got closer, stood just a short distance away from Bu Nian'an, and lowered his voice.

"For example, the way to restrain Xijun's heart disease."

The author has something to say: the plot is about to speed up, and the branch line between Bai Qinghan and Mo Qianlin is not far away!