Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Then Master is not afraid that I will be sad?"

Just one sentence is enough to make Feng Changhuan stunned.

He showed confusion that he had never had before, as if he was asking, why are you sad because of me?

In an instant, the world was dead silent, as if there were only two masters and apprentices standing between them, close at hand, but as far away as the other shore.

At that time, Yu Fuchen sighed softly, knowing that he was still a child who hadn't grown up in that person's heart, and all love was limited to the end, and he could never pierce the thin paper called master and apprentice.

Clearly... there is only a thin line between them, but in the end, this person is still struggling alone, unwilling to allow anyone to step into the door of his heart.

Yu Fuchen said: "Master, why don't you rest when you're tired?"

As he asked, the spiritual power in his body was concentrated in the golden core, and according to what the man taught him, a long black blade glowing with blood appeared in his palm, shocking everyone.

Unexpectedly, Jiu Chongtian's Shenwu, who had been missing for many years, would fall into the hands of such a young man who couldn't even control his own spiritual power.

It was the killing blade tempered by the prince Changqin. It was the sacred object that the emperor Tianyao had searched for for many years but could not find it. But Luan Dao gave up on the emperor who ruled the Three Realms and was willing to fall into the hands of mortals. sad?

There are endless sighs.

When the Luan Sword is in the world, disputes are bound to arise.

"Hey! You don't know how to repent, you demon. You have committed a heinous crime. This old man will take your life, as a warning to others!!"

A white-haired old man rushed out of the crowd, holding a sacred wooden cane and holding a bright yellow talisman, looking at the wizard-like attire, he should be a respectable elder of the Yuehua family.

Xiao Chen intentionally blocked it, but after seeing the old man acting impulsively, he still shook his head helplessly, and watched the show with his hands in his sleeves.

With this person's ability, he might not even be able to penetrate the barrier.

Feng Changhuan pushed Yu Fuchen who was holding the Luan Saber behind him, and smiled to caress the frown between his brows.

"You are a half-grown child, you are always frowning and you are not afraid of premature aging, so you have to put away your butcher's knife, what are you looking like?"

He said angrily, and put his palms on Yu Fuchen's hands again, making the latter feel his arms sink.

Looking down, it really was that gun.

It is different from the first time I saw it. At this time, the ice-smashing gun has been ground out of shape, and the body of the gun is like a dragon coiled on it. The disordered spiritual flow was eased.

"In the past, I always used the way of a gentleman to restrain you. Now that I think about it, the master was wrong. From now on, I only want you to be happy and free, safe and happy, and do what you want. Remember, the ice-smashing gun is for the teacher to use the spirit Formed from the condensed strength, as long as I live for a day, the ice-smashing gun will not die. With my life, protecting you is a deal with Hades."

His tone was indifferent, as if he was about to face a fierce battle.

Yu Fuchen still wanted to ask, but the man didn't give him a chance, as his hands were raised and lowered, ice vines bound his legs, imprisoning him in place and unable to move.

"Master, don't do stupid things, okay?"

Facing the begging young man with his back, Feng Changhuan had a tenderness that had never been shown in front of others in Feng Changhuan's eyes.

He looked awe-inspiringly at the army of cultivators facing him. The Elder Yuehua who had come out earlier was trapped by the barrier, and he burned several spells in a row but failed to break the solid membrane. At that time, Feng Changhuan flashed in front of him.

"Go back, you can't kill me, change to Nian'an."

The real master who claimed to seek justice, but never showed up, finally couldn't sit still after being named.

Sitting high on the balcony in the distance, I made a turtle with a shrunken head, thinking that watching from the other side would save me from the wildfire.

Seeing the situation, Bu Nian'an panicked: "Break, break the boat, or this time..."

"Uncle Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to show up this time."

"That's right, after all, the person he wants to see is..."

"It has nothing to do with it. Uncle Sect Master, I don't believe that Ling Xuemen was killed by him. Before the matter is clear, even if it is your order, Zhezhou will not do it against his will."

As he said that, he was about to jump in front of the crowd, Bu Nian'an was shocked.

If the eldest disciple is bewitched by a demon, wouldn't Ling Xuegong also become a believer in Feng Changhuan in the eyes of Twelve States?Lingxue Palace is a well-known decent sect who has proudly established himself in the cultivation world for many years, how can his reputation be ruined overnight? !

"Stop! You scoundrel!!" He swung his whisk and pushed Bai Zhezhou behind him, ordering the left and right guardians to watch over him strictly. "Let's wait for me to find out the reality of the demon."

Having said that, he walked in front of people with lightness kung fu, and did not forget to pat the hem of his clothes, pretending to be ecstasy.

"Feng Changhuan! You first harmed the disciples of 36 Pei in the Zuiyue Tower of Yangzhou City, and then you murdered my disciples of Lingxue Palace. Can you admit to this crime?"

"I don't admit it. In the past, I did a lot of ridiculous things one by one. It's not bad to bear these lives. However, the two bloody cases have nothing to do with this seat. If you forcefully place charges, don't blame this seat. Wash away the grievances."

This seat...

Hearing this address, Yu Fuchen was terrified.

Whenever that person's mind jumps, he will reveal a temperament that does not belong to him. What is this?The demonic kung fu practiced so obsessed that it split personality?

"Master! Stop talking nonsense, can you be normal!!"

Feng Changhuan was confused for a moment after hearing this.

Seeing that his aura weakened, someone who was not afraid of death immediately stepped in and asked loudly: "You have a guilty conscience! Dare to act but dare not be taken, trash!!"

Heaven and man are at war in his heart, and both consciousnesses are eager to occupy his body, one is himself awakened by Yu Fuchen, and the other is the powerful and formidable inner demon.

He didn't want to lose his heart because of this, and he didn't want to lose his advantage because of illness.

Struggling, his mouth overflowed with mouth-shen-koujin...

The Nine Nether Lotus Blossom seemed to take root and sprout, branches and leaves spread out from the cinnabar mole between his eyelids, and the deep red color outlined the lotus leaf petals, one by one... There were indelible marks on his face.

"Those who block me, those who bear me, those who harm me... all, will, die—"

Everyone saw with their own eyes that he bit his lower lip and was unable to make a sound, but a chilling threat flowed from his teeth.

The spiritual currents in all directions suddenly sped up and surged, and the monks with weak skills couldn't bear the excruciating pain, and screamed everywhere.

Even Xiao Chen, who was indifferent to things, turned pale because of it, not to mention Bu Nian'an, who seemed to be calm in front of others, but actually had already lost his soul!

"Stop! Stop him, he will die!!"

Yu Fuchen tried to break free from the shackles of the ice vines, but as the man's spiritual power suddenly increased, his resistance was almost painless.

He even knelt down on the ground and stretched out his hand, but unfortunately even if it was close to the ground, the fingertips were still three inches away from the man.

Three inches... This is the distance between life and death, the regret he can never ask for...

"Master, Master, don't be like this, okay? Why are you bothering..."

He couldn't see that Feng Changhuan was soaked in blood, and now with his strangely luminous eyes, he couldn't see the cover under the thin shirt, his body was torn to pieces, he only knew that the man's blood fell to the ground like a spring, Every drop is scorching hot.

Yu Fuchen finally realized that those who could not be saved ten years ago would still leave him today.

"Don't be like this, Master, wake up...you are so kind-hearted, so gentle, you have treated the world kindly, can you please...be kind to yourself too."

Master...

"Leave yourself alone..."

The powerful aura that erupted from that person subsided in an instant, and the scorching heat receded, and the ice crystals that had been floating in Lingxue Palace for a century fell slowly and fell on his lips, which was icy cold.

When he saw that person looking back, the frightening red light weakened, and the color of his eyes was almost close to that of ordinary people. This was the most familiar and strangest scene to him.

Feng Changhuan smiled, wiped off the blood, and said warmly, "Okay."

Yu Fuchen thought, the master wanted to hold him at that moment, so there was such an inconspicuous but real turning movement.

"Let's go, Xingzhi, let's go together..."

Before the end, there was silence.

Feng Changhuan felt his left chest was cold, and looked down, half of the blood-stained sword had pierced his chest.

Pain...but more helpless.

Yu Fuchen's eyes widened. Following Feng Changhuan's serious injury, his spiritual power instantly weakened. The vines could no longer restrict his movements, and even the barrier that separated thousands of troops collapsed for a while.

It was not received where it came from, but it was like a spar exploding, and the fragments fell like snow all over the sky.

"Master—"

Yu Fuchen roared and stepped forward, catching the fallen body of the man. The moment he pulled out the long sword, his chest was bleeding profusely.

He wanted to press the wound for Master to stop the blood from flowing, but he couldn't.

Hot blood gushed out from the gap between his fingers, scorching people, and made him even more miserable.

"Don't die, Master! Don't die!!"

Immortal cultivators are not immortals, they have the seven emotions and six desires, they will be born, old, sick, and die, they cannot be detached from things, and they cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation.

The young man is generally aphasic, unable to utter half a word except calling out.

He was afraid, he was in pain, and the unforgettable pain loosened the curse that sealed the memory.

Just like ten years ago, he cried, begged, and prayed that that person would not abandon him, and in the end... what did he get in exchange?

Yu Fuchen looked angrily at the wounder holding a long sword, no matter what, he couldn't believe that the person who betrayed him and his master would be someone he trusted and really wanted to accept.

"Ming, Si, Nian! Why? Master, how did he treat you badly, and why did he harm him!!"

Directly hitting the question in the depths of the soul, Ming Sinian had no choice but to do so.

For some reason, Yu Fuchen's Taoyuan disciple who sincerely worshiped that person as his teacher gave him a life-threatening blow when his life was at stake.

I don't know that Feng Changhuan guessed that there would be today, as early as when Fozong first touched the flute which is Ming Si Nian's martial arts, as early as when he reminded Yu Fuchen not to trust anyone.

Also half an hour ago, he set up a barrier to protect his apprentice Zhou Quan, and turned his back to the two of them.

Feng Changhuan wanted to say: I know, in fact, I already knew that he approached for another purpose, but it is the duty and instinct of the master to protect you.

He couldn't speak.

The sweet breath between his lips and teeth made him nauseous, his throat was choked with blood, and he could only struggle for death, holding the hand of the man on his chest, shaking his head... and shaking his head again.

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness. My Buddha is merciful. Now that you have been punished, if you know how to repent, you will be able to wash away your sinful karma once you die. But if you persist in your obsession, the poor monk will have no choice but to act for the heavens."

The visitor held a Zen stick symbolizing the supremacy of Buddhism in his hand, and the hem of the plain white monk's robe fluttered.

It is nothingness.

Yu Fuchen was on the verge of hysteria, and was stimulated by the betrayal of his best friend and the near death of his mentor. Even if he was facing an old friend of the Buddhist sect, he couldn't let go: "Nothingness! My master has never harmed anyone. How can you not know the truth? If you don't want to save He doesn't want to beat him up, why has he ever treated Buddha Sect lightly?!"

"Presumptuous! There is no excuse for his killing in the forbidden area of ​​Buddhism! You are simply obsessed!!"

Void angrily threw out a blood-stained monk's robe, emitting a strange smell.

"Xugui was killed by him, and there is no body left! You still want to protect him now?"

"You're talking nonsense! Return it before you leave...it won't be my master!"

Nothingness sneered: "Sure enough, it's just an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf who is determined to die evil without repentance! If this is the case, you master and apprentice should die together!"

As he spoke, he raised his Zen staff high, intending to deal Feng Changhuan a fatal blow.

Yu Fuchen subconsciously dodged with the person in his arms, barely avoiding the vital point, so that the murderous thing missed the person's belly.

In the chaos, he raised his hand and fired a gun, straight to the throat of nothingness.

The latter hurriedly dodged it, but he didn't expect that the kid had the scheming to make a fake move, so he backhanded Feng Changhuan, who had lost his mobility, behind his back.

Turning his head, from a short distance away, he clearly saw the bright red lotus pattern on the man's face fading away with the loss of spiritual power, and the breath he exhaled became weaker.

"Go away!"

When retreating, he shouted at Ming Sinian who was blocking the way.

Yu Fuchen, who was so enraged, failed to notice that the person who was lucky enough to be his fellow student lightly opened his thin lips, and clearly said the word "sorry".

Exactly the same as when he was in Kunlun, Yu Fuchen raised his hand and dropped several barriers, isolating the crowd who were following them who were trying to chase after him fiercely, and with a flick of his finger, the place where he was standing before was immediately split apart. The huge gap suddenly burst into a strong wind.

Surprised by his strength, the monks of various sects did not dare to step forward rashly, and even Xiao Chen said in a timely manner: "The strength of the young man is unfathomable. I am afraid that Feng Changhuan, who was at the peak back then, could not be separated from him. You chase after him!" Go, I'm afraid you don't think you've lived too long?"

He had fought Yu Fuchen before, so he was the most qualified person present to say this.

In addition, Bu Nian'an didn't want to cause trouble at all: "It seems that Lord Jiumeng of Kunlun has a reason for watching him being robbed by this kid..."

One sentence is just right to draw misfortune to the east, and it can tactfully avoid Kunlun's hatred, killing two birds with one stone!

During the discussion, there was always silence, but Ming Sinian, who had a heavy responsibility, suddenly spoke.

He opened his mouth, and the surroundings were instantly dead silent.

"He won't survive."

"How can you be so sure, in case..."

"No chance." Ming Sinian pointed to his left chest, and added: "I'll pierce his heart, he won't survive."

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