Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Looking at the two people who finally got married, Yu Fuchen suddenly didn't know whether to rush to control Bai Qinghan who might go crazy at any time, or treat Mo Qian Linshen's new bone injury in time.

Feng Changhuan raised his eyebrows at him: "As you wish, if Tiandaomen comes to support, all problems will be solved."

It is true that no one thought that Bai Qinghan, who was controlled by Wu Shandu, would become an unconscious weapon to hurt people, but he would be awakened by the true feelings in the world, which was unexpected by some people.

While echoing these words, Yu Fuchen glanced at the person present who made him most suspicious from time to time. The other party's overly calm reaction made him wonder if he was worrying too much, but looking at Ming Si Nian's frowning expression , he felt that his caution was not unreasonable.

"You are here to watch over Gu Xijun and Sect Leader Mo, I have something to investigate."

After explaining to Feng Changhuan, Yu Fuchen quietly withdrew from everyone's sight, covered Ming Sinian's mouth from behind when he was unprepared, and dragged him to a secluded corner.

The man was a little annoyed, and when he turned around, he immediately looked away, obviously trying to avoid something, this was not his nature.

Such a reaction was even more suspicious, so Yu Fuchen put on airs and decided to give him a quick glance.

"I can understand how you want to protect that person, but to put it bluntly, the current situation does not allow you to be indecisive. People's hearts are changeable. I hope you can make the right choice based on the deep-rooted kindness in your heart and your persistence in the right way. Don’t lose your mind.”

Sure enough, as he expected, Ming Sinian had an extremely complicated look in his eyes, which had already revealed his inner wavering, but he still refused to give in.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand."

Yu Fuchen stretched out his index finger, waved it in front of him, pressed it to his lips, and stared at him with deep meaning.

How shrewd Ming Si Nian is, so he knew that he had already discovered the clue, and it was useless to conceal it. He was at war with heaven and man in his heart, so he made a careful choice, then took a deep breath, and shook his head at Yu Fuchen.

"I still can't say, this is just my subjective conjecture, there is no real evidence, and it cannot be a reason to doubt people."

"You just need to tell me the details that make you suspicious, and you don't need to testify against this person. In fact, you know what the consequences of concealing it will bring, and you are hesitant whether to follow your heart. Maybe you should think about whether you should choose between the choice and the past. The right way to teach is to blindly believe in the fickle heart."

After Yu Fuchen said this, he slapped his ass and left. He wanted to leave room for Ming Sinian to think about it. Unexpectedly, when he just turned around, the man grabbed his sleeve and made a move to keep him.

It seems that his junior brother has also grown a lot these days.

"Can you... promise me not to hurt him?"

Yu Fuchen was taken aback by the silly question, looked up and down at Ming Si Nian, and had the urge to touch his forehead to see if he had a fever.

Ming Si Nian lowered his eyes, his right hand stuck out of his sleeve, a silver light flashed, and a long sword was already in his hand.

"Without him, we would not be where we are today. I don't want him to go astray because of a single thought, and I don't want you to have prejudice against him because of this, making things irreversible. So, please give him a chance."

"If you can be kind to others, who would want to be evil to others..."

Using Yan Qiudao's words to clarify his position made Ming Sinian feel at ease and told him everything he knew.

When the two returned, Patriarch Yikui had placed Bai Qinghan and was bandaging the wound on Mo Qianlin's shoulder.

Feng Changhuan stood by the bed, wiping the cold sweat on Bai Qinghan's forehead with a cotton cloth soaked in warm water, seemingly unaware of what happened before, which made it easier for Yu Fuchen to act.

Seeing that Mo Qianlin's injuries were basically healed, Yu Fuchen whispered to the patriarch Yikui who was half free: "Patriarch, can I take a step to speak?"

It is impossible to be unaware of his suspicions, Patriarch Yikui is a shrewd person, he glanced at Feng Changhuan who didn't know it, exchanged glances with Yu Fuchen, got up and went out.

The atmosphere was awkward and weird, Yu Fuchen smiled politely at Mo Qianlin, told him to rest and recuperate, and then they retreated together.

Until now, he was still deliberating on how to speak so as not to appear abrupt. After much deliberation, he decided to play a hand of emotional cards, starting with Ming Si Nian.

"Patriarch Yikui, I heard that Wei Zhi's long sword has been completed, and now he is one of the few monks in the cultivation world who combines healing and attack with one body. This is due to your good teaching."

Mentioning that person, Patriarch Yikui's attitude softened a little.

"If Chang Huan hears this, he will be sad."

"Hey, how could it be? You are the elder who saved him when he was most at a loss and helpless, and accompanied him through the shadow of childhood. In his heart, no one can take your place."

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

For the sake of it, she still pretended to be stupid and didn't take the steps that Yu Fuchen laid out for her. She was indeed a difficult person.

Yu Fuchen smiled politely and remained calm in the face of danger.

"Before expressing what I mean, can I ask Patriarch about Xi Jun's condition?"

"Bai Qinghan has been under Wu Shandu's control for a long time, and the poison has accumulated in his body, and it takes at least half a year for him to recover. It must be Wu Shandu who used the medicine that disrupted his consciousness and mind to drive him into madness. As long as the medicine is cut off to erode the brain, the medicine will disappear automatically. It will get better, but how long it will take has not yet been determined."

"Then Yikui Patriarch knows that Xijun suffers from heart disease?"

"He was born with a heart defect. He has had this problem since he was a child. He has also gone to Taoxijian many times to seek medical treatment. How could this old man not know."

"But Mr. Xi's heart disease is so serious, but Patriarch Fangcai didn't mention it at all. I boldly guess that the chronic illness that even Patriarch Taoxijian can't cure, could it be... not a disease from the very beginning?"

Patriarch Yikui didn't respond yet, but the eavesdropper trembled, as if he was about to rush forward to explain, but fortunately, Yu Fuchen changed his words quickly.

"Of course, this possibility is just a hypothesis. It's empty talk. Please forgive me for offending the Patriarch."

His actions have already startled the snake, Yikui Patriarch is so shrewd, it would be foolish to pretend to be stupid at this time, so he asked in a deep voice, "When did you find out?"

"When I succeeded in Nian'an at the first step. Without Daoxu Daoxu's help, our rescue operation of Xijun would not have been so smooth, but the stubborn illness that the dignified medical school could not cure, chased after a circle of masters who mastered the magic method to alleviate the disease. Isn't it too strange that the key person has returned to Lingxue Palace?"

Yu Fuchen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Let's make a bold guess. Could it be that from the very beginning, Xijun didn't suffer from serious illnesses, but was poisoned by someone, and needed to take antidote frequently to relieve symptoms, or even..."

He bent down and leaned close to Patriarch Yikui's ear, his voice was clear and he paused every word.

"What's more, it's not poison, it's Gu."

Patriarch Yikui was very calm without the panic and panic after being exposed.

"So you think the old man colluded with Bu Nian'an to do this?"

"The kindness of the doctor, I believe that the patriarch has no other choice, but I don't want your eagerness to save people to become a sharp weapon for others to seriously injure you. For you, and even more for Mr. Xi, I hope you can make the right decision. Of course, I will not use this to force you. You, as long as our goal is one, we will reach the same goal sooner or later, and the younger generation can afford to wait."

Whether it's adopting Mingsi Nian, the mortal prince who will cause trouble, or leading his disciples to Xuewu City to rescue the siege regardless of criticism, it all boils down to proving that Patriarch Yikui's nature is not evil, it's just a moment of confusion.

In order to leave room for Patriarch Yikui to think, Yu Fuchen pretended to look at the weeds sprouting in the corner, and from time to time glanced at the figure that was about to move in the dark from the corner of his eye.

That person has not moved, and it seems that he is quite satisfied with his actions.

"I have a very close relationship with Lingxue Palace."

An inexplicable sentence came out of nowhere, Yu Fuchen hurriedly rubbed his ears, for fear that he heard something wrong.

Patriarch Yikui took a deep breath, the jade falling on his forehead reflected the flickering candlelight.

"When Lingxue Palace was in chaos, Bai Qinghan asked the old man to go to the north to help out. At that time, his condition was very serious, and he was often disturbed by love, and he was in great pain every day. The old man advised him to rest and recuperate in the East China Sea, but he just didn't listen. , as a last resort, in order to observe his reaction all the time, and also to protect his safety, I followed him to Lingxue Palace."

She concealed her name and changed her name to Yu's to hide in Lingxue Palace. In order to avoid being suspected, she pretended to enter into a marriage contract with Bai Aoshi, and had the name of husband and wife with someone she had never met.

She did all this to relieve Bai Qinghan's condition. In the process of treating him, Patriarch Yikui gradually discovered that his symptoms were different from ordinary symptoms. , it's more like...

insanity.

After thinking about it, she told Bai Qinghan about this matter, but the other party did not show any surprise, and accepted the fact that she was harmed very calmly.

"I don't know what kind of person Bai Aoshi is, but his death is inseparably related to Bai Zhezhou. One night, Bai Qinghan braved the wind and snow to bring a baby who was still in its infancy. He only thought that it was Bai Aoshi's child, and begged the old man I waited for him and left in a hurry."

Hearing the confession like last words, Patriarch Yikui couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he decided to stay in Lingxue Palace to help him take care of Bai Zhezhou.

Not long after, Bai Qinghan turned into a feather, and Bu Nian'an imprisoned the false mother of Yikui Patriarch Yikui in the ice cave in order to control Bai Zhezhou. Fortunately, Xuannan helped her and she was able to return to the East China Sea.

"It has been many years, and it is meaningless to pursue the original truth. Bai Qinghan has been seeking medical treatment for many years without success because of his old age and incompetence. This has always been an inextricable knot in the old man's body and mind. If what he did offends everyone, please also ask Haihan. "

The story she told was exactly the same as what Yu Fuchen had guessed. In fact, he also thought that Yu's identity was someone they knew well, but they didn't dare to discuss it arbitrarily. It's just that Patriarch Yikui also endured such insurmountable helplessness. Unexpected.

He wanted to say sorry to the patriarch, but he couldn't speak as if he was choking on saliva in his throat, so he had to awkwardly hand over the porcelain bottle that had previously contained the antidote.

"I don't know if this can help the Patriarch. I just discovered the clues from this bottle, and boldly guessed that Xijun was infected with a Gu instead of a disease. When it comes to poisonous Gu, the first thing that comes to mind is Jiuyin Island. Maybe we can get it from the island. The Lord Mu Xinfeng will act there."

In the previous battle of Jiuyin Island, Mu Xinfeng helped Yu Fuchen a lot and was a reliable ally.

"But this Gu is not raised by the island owner, I'm afraid he has nothing to do."

Things are back to square one.

Patriarch Yikui has worked hard for several years without any results, and it is impossible for Yu Fuchen to give the results in a moment.

Worried about Bai Qinghan's condition, Patriarch Yikui went back to the room first, leaving only Yu Fuchen locked in front of the court with a frowning expression, staring at a dark corner under the eaves.

"I've been eavesdropping for so long, it's time to show up."

He was answered by a burst of applause.

Feng Changhuan walked out of the shadows and showed his face. He didn't feel ashamed when he was caught, and he could still praise him without shame: "You really have made progress. You are worthy of being trained by me."

Yu Fuchen took him by the shoulders and pulled him into his arms, "Nonsense, you were so scared that you almost rushed out to stop me."

"Yeah, I never expected that you would suspect Patriarch Yikui. She is one of the elders I respect most in the cultivation world. It really surprised me."

"Hearing what you said, I'm starting to wonder again. What would you do if I exposed her doubts in public and regarded her as a traitor colluding with the enemy?"

"To be honest, I was ready to intercede just now. If you find her guilty, I...maybe I will kneel in front of you and beg you to let her go."

As expected of him.

"Then I'm glad things didn't develop to that point, and I also have to thank you for restraining your impulse and giving me enough trust."

As he spoke, he raised the man's chin and pressed it against his forehead, feeling the hot breath of each other.

"I'm an old husband and wife. Don't say too much, but settle a big event. I feel at ease."

Feng Changhuan smiled at him and pinched his face.

"You've lost weight, you should have a good rest when you have free time, but don't think about talking about love."

Yu Fuchen also touched it seriously, "Have you lost weight... Sure enough. The main reason is that there are too many people suffering in Xuewu City, so how can I rest in peace, so..."

"so?"

He picked up the man by the waist, and kissed him on the forehead several times, and he was willing to let go of him only after he had had a good time, and his expression turned serious.

"So, it's time to send them away."