Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the middle of the night, Yu Fuchen knocked on the door lightly, unfortunately disturbing someone's dream, the door was kicked in front of him and split in two, hitting the bridge of Yu Fuchen's nose.

Mo Qianlin's upper body was covered with bandages, and his eyes were full of impatience. Seeing that it was Yu Fuchen, he calmed down his anger a little, and waved his hand to signal for him to come in quickly.

"Brother Mo, are you angry about getting up?"

"I've been lying down for half the night without falling asleep, and finally took a nap, and your kid is making a fuss again, have you figured out a reason why you shouldn't be beaten?"

At this moment Mo Qianlin was still not quite sober, Yu Fuchen, who was holding his nose, pointed out the door, and then he understood what the latter was pointing at, rubbed his sleepy eyes and nodded towards the person.

Earlier, when Yu Fuchen asked for help from Tiandaomen, he specially told Mo Qianlin to come here with young and old soldiers. The purpose was very obvious, that is to secretly send the people of Jingdu out of Xuewu City.

It should not be too late, although I am very sorry for Mo Qianlin who died just after arriving in Xuewu City, but the important matter of human life cannot be tolerated.

Mo Qianlin, who was slightly awake, called Yu Fuchen to come forward, and asked something in a low voice, the movement was like a mosquito, but the latter didn't hear a word clearly, and when he asked, the man blushed awkwardly and asked: "Cough... ...That's, that... Uncle Yi."

"There is a Kui Patriarch and Wei Zhi guarding him, don't worry."

Hearing such an official answer, Mo Qianlin did not hide his disappointment at all, and went out dejectedly, blowing the whistle to gather the disciples of Tiandaomen.

Feng Changhuan looked at their actions and found it funny, so he folded his arms and asked, "Why don't you tell him the truth?"

"Xi Jun fell asleep, so what's there to say about it, rather than worrying him, it's better to let him watch over him when he comes back, then he will feel at ease."

"Hey, now that I'm capable, I can actually persuade others' feelings, tsk tsk, it's really different to be an emperor..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Fuchen blocked his mouth with a kiss, blocked his sour words, rubbed his head by the way, inserted his fingers into his hair, smelled the light fragrance of lotus blossoms, Feel very at ease.

He leaned on Feng Changhuan's shoulder, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly: "You don't need to show up for tonight's matter, just stay in Xuewu City to take care of Xi Jun from Patriarch and Wei Zhi."

"You want to dump me again, do you really think I'm old and useless?"

Seeing the disappointed look in his eyes, Yu Fuchen grabbed his earlobe in one bite, tickling him, forcing him to laugh.

"Nothing, I just don't want you to take risks with me, and you don't want to see how far I can go?"

"The wolf cub has grown up, his wings are hardened."

"Be obedient and wait for me to come back, the reward for being obedient will never let you down."

After speaking, he kissed him again, squeezed his hand as comfort, and left without saying goodbye.

The place he kissed was hot, Feng Changhuan raised his hand to touch it, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

This was seen by Patriarch Yikui, who always wanted to remind him something, but also felt that it was inappropriate to say anything in his own capacity, so he was entangled like this, and the man suddenly turned his head and smiled at her.

"Patriarch, I know what you want to say. I am already old enough to understand everything, so don't worry about me."

"If only you really understood..."

"While he's not here, I still have one thing I want to ask Patriarch for help."

He took out the wooden box and handed it to Patriarch Yikui with sincere eyes.

The latter couldn't help persuading: "Don't think about it anymore? This is the scourge you have tried everything possible to get rid of."

"There are no eggs under the overturned nest. I don't want to shelter from the wind and rain alone, but I just want to be right with my conscience. Patriarch, please."

This Xiangyu Fuchen directed the Tiandao sect members to take out the sect costumes prepared earlier in the morning, distribute them to the people of Xuemi City, and began to help the old, young, sick and disabled to dress up as disciples of the Dao sect.

These people have experienced natural disasters and man-made disasters, and for the rest of their lives, they know that they will leave the capital where they have lived for most of their lives. They are both reluctant and emotional.

Walking among the crowd, Yu Fuchen immediately saw the girl hiding in the corner, covering her mouth to suppress her crying, and shaking uncontrollably.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, and she was very beautiful, but she cried so heartbreakingly that her tears fell like broken beads.

Yu Fuchen went in front of her, leaned over to wipe away her tears, and comforted her with a smile, "Why are you crying like this? It's not beautiful when you're sad, but it's beautiful when you smile. We're leaving Snow Misty City. You can continue to live in a safe place, there are no disasters or serious diseases, you should be happy."

"But... But Uncle, my parents are gone, I leave Xuewu City, I will be alone wherever I go, I am afraid, I don't want to go, I... I want to stay, I want to be with my parents .”

Yu Fuchen's heart trembled, and he wanted to hold the little girl in his arms and give her an encouraging hug.But thinking that she hadn't left the cabinet yet, it was so unruly, and afraid of delaying her life's event, he just stretched out his hand to her, with a silk handkerchief on his palm.

"You have to protect yourself even more when your parents are gone. Don't worry your parents in heaven. They must be very pleased to know that you are still alive, and they can't bear your suffering. Be strong and live on."

"But...but I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, your uncle is with you. Uncle will take you out of Xuewu City and send you to a safe place. You can start over and live a good life there. Don't disappoint your parents' hopes and live a good life, okay?"

The little girl was persuaded by him, wiped away her tears and nodded, put her hand in Yu Fuchen's palm, and was held by him through the veil, rekindling her confidence in life.

Mo Qianlin ridiculed him as a friend of women, if he put this thought on someone, he wouldn't be allowed to have sex with him until now.

Yu Fuchen didn't lose the wind, and returned the words to him intact. He had to hurt each other in order to regain the lost brotherhood.

A group of people was ready to go, but Chang Ming, who had heard the news, did not show up. Only Sui Chenyue, who was ordered by the emperor to pass the decree, saw them off.

Looking at the people in Kyoto who were about to leave their hometown, Nine Thousand Years felt quite emotional, and pointed out that there was a village that had been abandoned for many years in the north of Xueyu City, which could be temporarily used as a refuge for refugees.

"I don't know when this catastrophe will end. It is a good thing to send them away as soon as possible."

He has personally witnessed the rise and fall of Snow Misty City and even the Mortal Realm, and the development of the situation cannot be stopped until now, which is also a very heavy blow to him.

Yu Fuchen didn't say much, thanked him for his kindness, and together with Mo Qianlin led the Tiandaomen to escort the people of Xueai to the road.

The journey from Xueyu City to the deserted village is not far away, but most of the people are recovering from serious illnesses and are still very weak. They stop and go, and the journey is much slower.

When he had free time, he got together with Mo Qianlin to talk about the current Xiujie, and he was worried when he accidentally learned that Jiuyin Island and Wu Shandu were in collusion.

"You don't know that you are isolated from Xueyu City. In fact, a few days ago, Mu Xinfeng, the lord of Jiuyin Island, announced a united front with the old man Gu Lan. This happened out of necessity.”

"I understand, it's because of Mu Xiyue."

After breaking the firewood and throwing it into the fire, Yu Fuchen patted the ashes off his hands, staring thoughtfully at the dancing flames.

"What happened to Jiuyin Island in the past ten years..."

"You should have heard about Mu Xiyue's temperamental change."

"Isn't it because of Po Meng's manipulation?"

"Coincidentally, that Po Meng used to be from Jiuyin."

Mo Qianlin caressed the wound, grinned in pain, turned over, found a slightly more comfortable position to lie down, looked at Yin Kong and fell into memories.

"The story of the Mu brothers and sisters is also widely spread. The younger sister was ignorant when she was young, and she always liked to follow behind her brother to make trouble. If anyone bullies her, the first person who thinks of her is not the parents, but the good brother who protects her everywhere. With such a relationship, who would believe that she imprisoned her brother in order to seize power?"

"What kind of role does Meng Po play in Jiuyin Island?"

"Well... the identity of this woman has always been a mystery. It is said that she is a poisonous woman from Jiuyin. She was selected as a sacrifice to the Jiuyin God of Poison when she was 17 years old. She was unwilling to die like this, so she fled the South China Sea and went to Shenzhou. It happened to be rescued by Gu Lan, and the two got along so easily."

"Sacrifice? What kind of tradition is this?"

"Jiuyin Island is dedicated to the God of Poison, and every ten years the island owner will personally select a saint, who will fast and abstinence as a sacrifice, in order to thank the God of Poison for his care for the islanders. The position of the island owner is hereditary. It is natural for Granny Meng to hate the island owner and the island owner's descendants, but she instigates civil strife in Jiuyin Island, controls Mu Xiyue, and imprisons Mu Xinfeng, which is really too much."

Yu Fuchen took a dead branch to write and draw on the ground, muttering to himself: "Wushandu, Yuehuashi, Daoxu, Jiuyin Island...the four prefectures have become enemies, we should act as soon as possible."

After a short rest, the crowd set off again with the snowy people, all the way north.

The night was dark, and the endless wilderness was full of eerie aura. Suddenly, a little fire appeared in the sight, and the cautious and cautious people stopped immediately.

Suddenly, Yu Fuchen pulled the trembling little girl back, looked at Mo Qianlin, stepped forward and saw clearly that it was actually a group of people who had camped here.

A young man was sitting by the bonfire in the camp, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, drinking without taste. The attendant beside him put a chicken leg in his bowl, he resisted and pushed it back, noticing the Only when there was movement did he put down the chopsticks.

This person's face was reflected very clearly by the firelight, and he looked familiar, but Yu Fuchen didn't remember who he was.

Mo Qianlin nudged him with his elbow, "That's the stuttering boy from 36 Pei, have you forgotten? It's Yi Wanshui who pointed out Feng Changhuan's suspicion of murder in Kunlun."

"Ah...that pot of tea??"

Speaking of this, Shangyu Fuchen just remembered the identity of this person, he has a bad heart, he already had a festival, wouldn't it be a bad thing to bump into this person?

Seeing Yi Wanshui approaching, Yu Fuchen felt flustered, but fortunately Mo Qianlin reminded him: "Don't worry, 36 Pei's position is still uncertain, maybe he is here to help you."

With the help of Tiandaomen, Yu Fuchen raised his chest and raised his head in the posture of an emperor. He aimed his eyes at the people and horses in the 36th camp in the camp, wondering how much he might suffer if they fought here.

Yi Wanshui stepped forward, and first walked around Yu Fuchen and Mo Qianlin, seeming to have no malicious intentions, then noticed the trembling little girl behind him, and asked with concern: "What... what's wrong This is?"

The little girl was close to Yu Fuchen and didn't dare to say anything, her eyes were red and she was about to cry again, Yu Fuchen was not in a hurry, but Yi Wanshui was dumbfounded first.

"Hey, you, don't cry, uncle... Uncle is not malicious, are you hungry, here, here is a chicken leg, here... for you to eat."

It was a little hard to listen to him, but he didn't show any hostility, which made Yu Fuchen feel a little relieved.

The little girl didn't dare to accept his kindness, and didn't want the atmosphere to be stalemate, so Yu Fuchen took the bowl from Yi Wanshui and took the lead in expressing the meaning of peaceful coexistence.

"Uncle Yi gave it to you, just take it. Don't be afraid, he is one of your own."

After saying this, Yi Wanshui couldn't refuse. He held back for a long time, and his face turned red.

"Who... who is your own person."

"I'm taking the liberty, but no matter what kind of grievances we have, these people are innocent. Can you ask Master Yi to let them leave Snow Misty City?"

Yi Wanshui blinked, and looked at the snowy people behind him wearing Tiandaomen costumes. Thinking of the rumors he heard recently, he was a little silent, probably struggling with how to make a choice.

Just as he was hesitating, the cronies who stayed at the camp disappeared and went out to look for someone. When they saw that it was Yu Fuchen, they got angry before Yi Wanshui.

"D, acting head! He, he, he, he is the one..."

"You...you bastard, don't, don't talk like me, who is he...you don't need to remind...over and over again! Go away and stay!!"

By the way, with a push, the talkative confidant stopped talking. Yi Wanshui looked at the sick and weak people in thought, and pulled the subordinate who had just been pushed away a little closer, and whispered something in his ear, the confidant Immediately look embarrassed.

"Deputy head, this is not good, we are not enough ourselves..."

"Don't talk too much, um, what are you... Are you the acting head, or am I? Don't talk about it, let you do it... Do it quickly, go, go!"

The confidant left reluctantly, leaving Yu Fuchen and Mo Qianlin staring wide-eyed, unable to understand what was being acted out.

It seemed that he was stuttering too much, and everything he said seemed lacklustre, so Yi Wanshui simply kept silent, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them, neither conceding nor aggressive.

The confidant's work efficiency was not bad, and soon he brought a few disciples who stayed here with large and small sacks and delivered them. To convince people, he even cut the rope at the mouth to reveal the real white rice inside.

Everyone was dumbfounded now, and Yu Fuchen was the most surprised. Could it be that Yi Wanshui wanted to help them?

"Master Yi..."

"Don't, don't talk about it, take a look...see how you've starved people, hurry up...cough! Get out of here, I'll just pretend I haven't seen you."

Because what he said was really lacking in momentum, Yi Wanshui jumped up in a hurry, and wanted to save himself some face, he waved his hands and led his subordinates away, leaving only a handsome and fat figure behind.

Mo Qianlin looked at Yu Fuchen with a complicated expression, and said without knowing the pain in his back: "I thought you would keep him, no matter whether he accepted it or not, you would forcefully give him a thank you, this is your nature, isn't it? ?”

"Don't thank me for my kindness. I owed 36 Pei first. He helped me regardless of the past. I lost and was convinced. The current situation is like this. The more we interact with him, the more trouble he will cause. I only hope that he will Goodbye, we are no longer enemies."

"But how do you convince him not to join Wu Shandu?"

"A kind and tolerant person will see through Gu Lan's hypocrisy and kindness sooner or later. I hope the day he realizes the truth will not be too late."