Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The reunited Bai Hong strangled Tai'a's neck, raised her hand and threw him out easily.

Caught off guard by a violent blow, Tai Ah slammed into the mountain wall and vomited a mouthful of blood. He stared at the approaching Bai Hong in disbelief, and screamed in panic: "How is that possible! Didn't you already..."

"It has been crushed by you. A sword spirit that doesn't even have a sword heart, how could it be possible to recover without the help of Cang's spirit caller, and how could it be possible to severely injure you?"

Bai Hong walked up to Tai Ah, raised his chin, and let out a deep laugh.

"Because I am not a sword spirit, but a heroic spirit. Unlike you, I am not a murder weapon. In the ten years since he tried to awaken me, he has rebuilt me ​​with more than two hundred and six soul nails made of star sea meteorite. The body of the sword has given me a body that cannot be damaged even after thousands of trials. Can Di Tianyao do all of this? I would like to ask you, a lackey, your loyal Emperor, can you give it to me?"

"No...impossible, Cang Zhuyou is dead, how could you without Jianxin..."

"You don't need to remind me again and again!!"

In a fit of rage, Bai Hong mentioned Tai Ah, the strength in his hands was so strong that his joints were whitened, and he wished to immediately cut off the hatred of the other party's life.

"Cang is dead, each of you is a murderer, everyone! I want your blood to pay!!"

"stop!"

Yu Fuchen didn't notice for a while, so Feng Changhuan ran forward to stop Bai Hong's move.

"Bai Hong, don't destroy him. He is the last work left by the Cang family. It is involuntary to do things for Jiuchongtian. Just taking away his sword heart is enough."

After hearing his words, Bai Hong lowered her brows and eyes in undisguised disappointment.

"You're right, if you ruin him, Cang will be sad..."

Comforting herself like this, Bai Hong let go of Tai Ah, and stretched out her hand to the latter's heart to take his sword heart, but Tai Ah actually held his hand and knelt down in front of him.

"Don't take away my sword heart, please, don't take my sword heart away... Without the sword heart, I'm just scrap metal, and I will no longer be favored by Emperor Zun. In this world, only Emperor Zun is left. I beg you..."

Feng Changhuan asked coldly: "You need the emperor, but why did the emperor ever need you? You have paid the wrong person for your loyalty, and you still make mistakes again and again?"

"But the meaning of my existence, and the meaning of being awakened, is to serve the emperor. If you want me to give up, how easy it is to open my mouth and shut my mouth!"

Hearing this, Bai Hong, who is also a sword spirit, understood Tai Ah's foolish loyalty, and shook her head towards Feng Changhuan, expressing that there is no need to persuade her anymore.

"In that case, I'll give you a chance to see that person clearly."

After finishing speaking, Bai Hong hit Tai Ah's heart with a palm, shattering the spar of his sword heart, took half of it, held it in his palm, turned and left, walking while walking.

"You can see how he will treat you who can't use your full strength. After you figure it out, I will return the half of the sword heart to you. Now go back to where you want to go."

Tai'a didn't stop, didn't ask deeply, after hearing what he said, he turned into light and flew back to the sky.

And Bai Hong held the half of Jian Xin, put it in Yu Fuchen's hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I will think of a solution for the remaining two, we don't have much time left."

When Yu Fuchen turned his head, his figure had disappeared into the night.

Not counting the sword spirit, this battle ended with Gulan being captured and Wushandu being defeated. The leaderless disciples no longer fought trapped beasts, and obediently captured them with nothing, and finally unified the cultivation world.

The wounded people made some adjustments in Tianyu Mountain, and the Taoxijian doctor took care of the wounded. Those who still had the strength to clean up the battlefield, packed up the dead bodies, and wrote down their names and engraved them on the bamboo slices. Wear a thin thread and tie it to the strongest and eye-catching tree on the top of the mountain as a commemoration of this battle.

"Many years later, when the handwriting on the bamboo slices becomes blurred, will anyone still remember today's sacrifice..."

Feng Changhuan stood under the tree and looked up at the crackling bamboo pieces, as if he wanted to engrave those names into his mind, feeling quite emotional.

Yu Fuchen took his hand, took him to a sheltered corner, took off his shirt, revealing the blood-stained bandage.

"The dark dart has barbs hooked on it, and the shape of the wound is irregular, and it's not easy to heal. Don't meddle in those messy things until the wound is healed, be obedient."

After asking for the wound medicine from Ming Sinian, Yu Fuchen also sat down and hugged the man on his lap, letting him rely on himself so as not to look at the terrible wound. It was obvious when he was applying the wound medicine. A gasp was heard.

"It still hurts, so don't try to be brave."

"I'll return this to you as it is. We don't have much time. Regardless of victory or defeat, we will have plenty of time to rest in the future, and we are not in a hurry."

There seemed to be some truth in this statement, Yu Fuchen stopped talking now, and used a needle and thread to help him sew up the wound, because he was not good at doing this, the stitches were so ugly that even Ming Sinian couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let me go."

After changing to a professional doctor, the injury was treated quickly and in a timely manner, but a certain person was extremely possessive, even if it was the jealousy of his own junior brother, he would not miss it, so he forcibly sent him away with a wink, and took a new roll of bandages for him. Feng Changhuan bandaged.

The man's shoulders and arms were torn because of the wound, and he was wrapped around half of his body. In this way, he couldn't wear clothes.

Thanks to this injury, Yu Fuchen was able to appreciate that person's figure well. He usually wraps himself up tightly, and deliberately pretends to be clumsy in front of people. He is so weak that a gust of wind can blow him down. It's hard to imagine that he actually has curvy abs, and it feels... so good.

"Chang Huan, I really didn't realize that you are so strong before."

While pinching the sensitive skin around his waist, Yu Fuchen said, the man's ears were red, and he faltered, "You... have hugged and touched you a lot."

"But every time you don't allow me to light the lamp, where can I see clearly, next time..."

Feng Changhuan quickly pressed his head against his head and pushed the man away. Seeing that his movements were a little stiff, he suddenly remembered that he was also injured, and involuntarily slid his hand into his neckline, and was grabbed by the wrist again.

"Why? I can't bear it anymore, want to sit up and move by myself?"

"Don't make trouble! You can't hide it from me!"

Both his tone and strength became a little more serious, and sure enough, Yu Fuchen stopped pretending, and obediently withdrew his hands and let him fiddle with him.

Undoing the girdle seal revealed a three-inch long knife wound on the waist and abdomen, which was shocking.

This time Feng Changhuan sewed the wound for him personally, the stitches were fine and the stitches were gentle, and he was very experienced at first glance.

Yu Fuchen teased and said: "You have suffered too much in the past, and you have learned all these things that you shouldn't know. From now on, I will protect you, so you can forget about it boldly."

"That can't be done, if I forget this skill, you will have to be tough-stand up if you get hurt again..."

"Don't worry, it's not just the injury that's hard-stiff."

"If you talk nonsense again, you won't be able to open your mouth!"

After pinching him threateningly, Yu Fuchen didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, but the hotness in his eyes remained unchanged, making Feng Changhuan's face hot.

Fortunately, Mo Qianlin came to ease the atmosphere at this time, he gestured to the two of them, and then another person walked out from behind him.

This person was dressed in black, his face was not clear, but he could see the long stick in his hand, and Yu Fuchen immediately recognized his identity.

"Yun Wuyu?"

Ting Yulou's joining was beyond his expectation. The previous bad breakup made him think that Yun Wuyu's position would never be on his side, but now it seems that he was wrong.

Seeing that Yun Wuyu didn't speak for a long time, Mo Qianlin said: "The people you sent to the deserted village outside the city are actually protected by Tingyulou in secret. Although he didn't directly state his position and purpose, but he..."

"Sect Master Mo!"

After Yun Wuyu yelled at him, Mo Qianlin obediently shut up, raised his hands and moved aside, expressing that he would not participate in the grievances between them.

After a long time, Yun Wuyu shifted his gaze to Yu Fuchen, and snorted coldly in a low and awkward voice: "I'm not helping you."

As he spoke, he held a spar shining with strange light and handed it to Yu Fuchen, turning his back so as not to meet his gaze.

"I didn't find this thing for you, but there was a sword spirit named Zi Dian who wanted to attack the common people. I had to get rid of him to avoid future troubles. I heard that you needed this thing so I brought it to you. Don't be wrong. I agree."

The more he explained, the more obvious the meaning became, making people dumbfounded.

Yun Wuyu obviously didn't know the purpose of Jian Xin, if he knew it was used to revive Yun Wuling, he would definitely not be in the ghostly state he is now.

After saying this, he silently blended into the crowd, and Yu Fuchen held the faintly purple spar with a heavy weight.

He suddenly remembered something, subconsciously touched his neck, but didn't find a Phoenix jade pendant on his body, and panicked.

"Chang Huan, my jade pendant is missing."

"Maybe it was where it fell during the fight just now. Compared to this, there is one thing that I care about..."

Feng Changhuan applied herbal medicine to his wound, and thoughtfully said: "I have a bold idea, will it be..."

"Ok?"

The man raised his eyes to meet Yu Fuchen's, and leaned closer to his ear.

"Xuannan seems to have never mentioned the origin of Yun Wuleng. From the very beginning, he was Cang Tianhe's apprentice. But Cang Tianhe is the Cang clan's swordsmith, so he shouldn't be teaching this ancestral craft to outsiders, so he accepts it." What can Yun Wuling teach him?"

"Are you doubting his identity?"

"Think about the details in the story. Cang Tianhe entrusted his own son to Yun Wuling, and changed his appearance for Yun Wuling. Is this something ordinary people can do? Thinking of their identities, it's not difficult for people to guess arrive……"

"Yun Wuling, is it actually a sword?"

"Xuannan once burned the treasure treasured by Emperor Zun, leaving only nine Yingshen sword spirits. If you need to collect five sword hearts to revive him, I think his true identity is more likely..."

Hearing his guess, Yu Fuchen broke out in a cold sweat.

"If this is the case, there will be a turning point in our battle with Di Tianyao, instead of a battle of trapped beasts!"

But the situation couldn't allow them to be happy for too long, a disciple of Jiuyin Island stepped forward and bowed to the two, leaned over and said something to Yu Fuchen, and the rare smile on his face disappeared again.

"Oops, Mu Xinfeng's situation is not good."

He pulled Feng Changhuan and walked towards the other side of the mountain, ignoring that the wound on his waist hadn't been bandaged yet. Although he was eager to see the Lord of Jiuyin Island, when he saw the latter, he didn't know what to do. do something.

Mu Xinfeng was lying on an open ground, with his eyes closed tightly, motionless.

Mu Lingxi stayed by his side, tried many methods but failed to wake him up, and finally realized the fact that his island owner may never wake up.

Seeing the two people who were full of sadness, Mu Lingxi sent away those who had nothing to do with them, beckoned them to come forward, and held Mu Xinfeng's already cold hand.

"The island owner guessed that there would be today, so he planted the fatal Gu in Gulan's body as early as when he went to Tianyu Mountain. The island owner is kind by nature and can't bear to hurt innocent people. If Gulan didn't do anything unreasonable, he would He didn't want to harm anyone, but... well, in order to save Elder Xiyue, he activated the Desperate Gu, which he fed with the blood from the apex of his heart.

Mu Lingxi caressed Mu Xinfeng's lips, wanting to touch him and wake him up, but thought that her approach was a kind of blasphemy to that person, so she forcibly suppressed the urge to hug him.

"The island owner didn't kill Gu Lan. I think he must have wanted to give him another chance to be a man again, subverting the world's prejudice against Jiuyin Island. The island owner has been working hard to rectify Jiuyin's name over the years. If the situation permits, can you two please fulfill the wish of the island owner?"

Yu Fuchen held Mu Xinfeng's stiff hand, and found that something seemed to be clenched tightly in his hand. When he opened his fingers, he found that it was a black and silver bracelet engraved with the totem of nine yin and nine poisons, faintly exuding splendor.

"Is this what the island owner wants to hand over to you before he dies?"

Seeing the thing, Mu Lingxi immediately pressed Yu Fuchen's hand, and put the bracelet back into Mu Xinfeng's hand.

"That is a token that symbolizes the position of the Lord of Jiuyin Island. As long as he lives for a day, I will never allow the holy object to fall into the hands of others! There is only one island owner that I recognize, even if he really wants to change the owner... I will also The island owner's generation!"

This person was a bit stubborn, but it made people feel distressed. Yu Fuchen shook his head and did not insist. He patted him on the shoulder and pulled the silent Feng Changhuan a little further away.

"Is he still alive?"

Looking at the hopeful starlight in the man's eyes, Yu Fuchen couldn't bear to let him down, so he told the truth.

"The pulse is weak, but alive."

"It's okay if he can't wake up. The dragons in Jiuyin Island have no leader, and they are facing such a catastrophe. It's really worrying..."

"It took Xuannan ten years to wake up a person who pretended to be asleep, how long do you think it will take for Mu Lingxi?"

Feng Changhuan was stunned when he heard this.

Yu Fuchen squeezed his face, smiled and made a silent gesture towards him.

"Mu Xinfeng had nothing in his hand before, when did he pick up the bracelet?"

"Based on this, you guess that Mu Xinfeng is still conscious?"

"Of course it's more than that. I just... saw him smile."