Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

That night, Yu Fuchen was entrusted by Ming Sinian, and he was still studying ancient books until late at night, trying to find a way to restore Feng Changhuan's spiritual power.

In the past, he had a problem of being sleepy when reading words, and he never read a book from beginning to end, so that now, when faced with a mountain of ancient books and classics, he had to stop and read every three or five characters for half a foot. The thick Xianmen Cijing, I read with a half-knowledge.

The chief culprit had long forgotten about this matter, and dreamed about Duke Zhou after a short drink, feeling very comfortable.

But Feng Changhuan, who was sober, tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. After waiting for Yu Fuchen for a long time, he felt a little restless. He tried to test that Ming Sinian was indeed asleep, so he leaned on the crack of the door and peeped out.

The bright moonlight poured all over the ground, and the brightest ray hit Feng Changhuan's face through the gap, reflecting his pale face.

At this moment, Yu Fuchen is trying to change the Shenwu Luan Saber into the size of a palm according to what is written in the book. He is born with abundant spiritual power and strong comprehension. After only reading it once, you will be familiar with it by heart, and you can make some pictures of cats and tigers.

It's a pity that I can't get started, and I still can't learn the essence. The exercises other than the protective barrier are nondescript. If you can't use them, you can't show off your skills in front of outsiders. It's embarrassing.

A certain person thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't know that his bloody eyes were extraordinarily bright at night, with strange red lights flickering, Yu Fuchen could detect it no matter how blind he was.

Yu Fuchen sighed softly, got up and patted the dust off his body, and pushed the door open to enter the room.

Feng Changhuan quickly climbed onto the bed, and when the man came forward to check, he closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be like that, and when he turned around, he opened one eye again, peeking at his back secretly.

The young man is tall and straight, with well-proportioned bones. In the past, he often helped others to do some work. The muscles in all parts of his body are just right, not thin, nor weak.

Feng Changhuan only took one look, and felt his mouth was dry, he couldn't help covering his mouth, swallowing saliva, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his desire gradually ignited.

Hiss...how could he be so alluring as a young man.

He was puzzled, how could he, who had never had obscene desires, keep his body for many years for the sake of cultivation, how could he be greedy for meat?Don't you finally understand that life is short and you have to enjoy yourself in time?

Yu Fuchen, whose back was turned to him, failed to notice Feng Changhuan's abnormal movement, and covered the man with the jacket he had taken off, while he slept on the floor with a straw in his hands, and used his hands behind his neck as a soft pillow.

He stroked the rosary beads wrapped around his wrist, sighed helplessly, turned over and was about to close his eyes and fall asleep.

Surprisingly, he faced a pair of blood-red eyes unconsciously, and no one could bear the sudden fright, so he immediately screamed and took a few steps back, but Feng Changhuan threw himself on him, still It was a cold and stiff touch that pressed his mouth.

The wailing stopped abruptly, and Ming Sinian, who was sleeping soundly not far away, let out a snort, and the long night soon came to silence.

Yu Fuchen had lingering fears in his heart, his chest heaved violently, especially now that there was a man with a cold body sitting on his waist, even though he knew it was impossible, but he was a teenager, so it was reasonable to react...

He nodded to show that he agreed to shut up, and pushed Feng Changhuan aside, but there was no blanket to cover him, so he could only sit up with a red face, fortunately, the darkness of the night covered up his embarrassment at the right time.

These days, Yu Fuchen has become accustomed to it. For example, in the villages and towns under the Kunlun Mountains, each person clearly lives in an inn, and the next morning, an old ghost in white will appear inexplicably under his quilt.

Another example is in a clean place of Buddhism, when you get everything done and go back to your room in the middle of the night, there will be an old man with a resentful expression and a pair of ghost pupils, waiting for him like a little lady guarding an empty room...

Now in the deep mountains and old forests, this person still wants to provoke him in front of his apprentice, what kind of heart do you have...

He almost begged Feng Changhuan: "Are you dissatisfied with the bed, or with the quilt? Is it so difficult to sleep by yourself?"

The man had a bitter look on his face, and he roughly gestured with his hands. Seeing that Yu Fuchen couldn't figure out his intentions, he could only write angrily on his back: "There is only one person, it's too cold!"

He wiped the oil openly, licked the corners of his mouth in secret joy, raised his head and pretended to be pitiful.

Yu Fuchen thought to himself: Your body is colder than a cold spring, and winter at the end of the year is also a warm day in midsummer for you, so you think it's cold?

"In that case, why don't you go to him?"

As he was writing, he also pointed to Ming Sinian, who was sleeping soundly holding the flagon.

"He is cold and not suitable."

"..."

Yu Fuchen wanted to argue, but suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head.

Looking back, Ming Sinian, who was lying on the hammock, had blurred eyes and kept throwing the flagon.

"Ugly, scold me... I'll settle accounts with you tomorrow..."

After all, he tilted his head and fell asleep again, no longer conscious.

Yu Fuchen touched the bulging blue bumps on his head, thinking that this is all a mess, the master is incomplete, and his mind is not normal, but the apprentice also has the problem of sleepwalking in the middle of the night, a pair of strange people meet together, His days to come will definitely be interesting...

After delaying for a while, he was very drowsy and lost his patience. He was about to urge Feng Changhuan to go back to sleep, when he saw the man holding his hand and lying on his side with a sad look on his face.

"Don't drive me away..."

It was supposed to draw a clear line, but looking at this situation, Yu Fuchen felt a little soft-hearted.

He felt that Feng Changhuan was very disturbed, afraid that regaining freedom was just a big dream. When he woke up, he was still being washed by the holy water of the cold spring under the Lingxiao Pagoda, and he was in great pain.

He wanted to get close to people, but he had to keep a three-point distance, and was afraid that his trust and closeness would hurt others.

It seems that this head is not too stupid...

Yu Fuchen didn't pull out his hand ruthlessly, nor did he lift him back to the couch, lay down, and put his other hand on Feng Changhuan's cold back.

"The ten years in Lingxiao Pagoda must have been very hard. Don't worry, the old monk firmly believes that you are innocent, so I will investigate this matter thoroughly and let this world give you justice."

Feng Changhuan opened his eyes. In the dark night, his eyes seemed to be full of stars, shining with hope.

"You are approaching your age, let me take the name for you."

"Don't worry, I haven't apprenticed to a teacher yet, my name is not right..."

"Sooner or later, you will worship under my sect. If you take it earlier, you will not go too far if you think about the feeling of giving it a name."

It turned out that he was afraid that he would run away...

"Success, choose something nicer!"

"Well... then how about calling you Sanhua?"

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After tossing and tossing all night, when Yu Fuchen opened his eyes in the morning, he had the illusion for a moment, thinking that he was still eating and waiting to die in the Zen room of the Buddhist sect.

The familiar hazy feeling, the familiar biting coldness, and the numb feeling that half of the body was crushed and unconscious.

He moved a little, wanting to pull out his hand, but he couldn't get rid of someone who was stalking him so hard, he couldn't sleep if he had a bed, and he couldn't lie down if he had a pillow, so he loved to rub against his shoulders, like a clingy cat.

If a big orange like Ming Si Nian would be better, he would go to sleep after drinking enough and would not care about others, as long as he waited carefully to prevent him from blowing up, but the one in his arms clearly liked his beauty and wanted to He serves the king with his body! !

His body was about to move, so he had to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible to solve the problem, otherwise Ming Sinian would find himself sleeping with his master for no apparent reason, and he would have skinned himself alive! !

Yu Fuchen quickly withdrew his hand, thinking whether to lift Feng Changhuan to the bed, pretending nothing happened, when he saw the man move and opened his eyes.

Feeling aggrieved, but also puzzled, like being bullied, but also a little unwilling, he approached with his mouth pouted.

The only thought in Yu Fuchen's mind was: It's over, this person wants to swallow him alive...

He had just woken up, his mind was not bright enough, he didn't react much to it, he even forgot to dodge instinctively, even though he knew that his end might be a piece of flesh in the next moment, he still accepted it hard.

"Come on..."

With a coolness on his cheeks, Yu Fuchen's head buzzed, the blood all over his body rushed to the top of the sky, his sleepy eyes were no longer blurred, and he immediately bounced off the ground, rolling and crawling back a dozen steps away.

In disbelief, he touched the saliva mark on his face that was just left by that person.

Feng Changhuan... This monster actually kissed him? ? ! !

Immediately, he felt dizzy, his blood was running hot, and he didn't know where to touch for a moment. He felt ashamed and was eager to get out, so he stumbled and rushed out the door.

"Be brave, what's the point of being tough on a man..." He muttered to himself.

Yu Fuchen knew that he was possessed by a demon, that he was disrespectful, and felt ashamed of the Buddha. He was about to recite a section of the "Lotus Sutra" to purify his heart, when he suddenly remembered what the old monk said:

"Back then, the Wuxiang Buddhist sect also had an immortal who was famous in the three realms, but he was not a member of the Buddhist sect, so he should not be named Wuxiang. It's okay to tell you. It will be beneficial for him to rest in peace for a long night. He also He has perfected his merits and virtues, and he has also transformed into an immortal, so in the name of the Golden Sutra, the world calls him 'Miaofa Lianhuajun'."

"Lord Miaofa Lianhua..." Yu Fuchen savored it carefully, thoughtfully.

Lianhua...why does it sound so familiar, has anyone mentioned it to him before?

After pondering for a while, someone who had just been agitated with swords and swords, finally lowered his head listlessly, Yu Fuchen got up and patted the dust off his body, and only then remembered to go back to his residence.

Feng Changhuan was already fully dressed and looking up at the sky in front of the court. As always, his feet were bare, and he felt a little guilty.

It's not righteous to leave that man alone, but he can't help it. He can't be misunderstood by people seeing his unyielding virtue.

Feeling ashamed in his heart, he patted the frosty back who was squatting in the corner without raising his head.

Suddenly being touched by someone, Feng Changhuan turned his head and glared at Yu Fuchen, angrily and ignored him.

The latter was about to give in and say something nice, when he saw a furry black mass in the man's arms.

The two long earlobes on the head are next to the round cheeks, the three-petal mouth is chewing on half a leaf, and the red eyes are staring, a little annoyed to be disturbed.

Being stared at by two pairs of blood eyes, one white and one black, one person and one rabbit, Yu Fuchen was completely paralyzed.

At his wit's end, Yu Fuchen squeezed out a flattering smile and patted the black rabbit's head by the way, wondering whether it was delicious braised in soy sauce or spicy, and he boasted with his tongue wide open:

"Hmm...the little chic and long real thing, so beautiful..."