Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Xiao Chen failed to fulfill his wish.

Jiang Chensha watched him drunk by the couch until dawn when he embarked on the journey, and he didn't even say goodbye.

Yan Qiudao came to see him off, and he only said: "It is too cruel for him to be separated, so it's fine to just do it silently. If something happens to me in the future, don't let him know. Bury me in a remote place in Yuehua." In a corner, there is no need to erect a monument, and being able to see him every day will be enough."

"Friends, don't talk nonsense, let's not talk about bad luck today, if even you say something frustrating, what can Wanshougu do?"

"Okay, let's not talk about it, Fufeng..."

"I will take good care of you, so you can rest assured."

In fact, Xiao Chen stayed up all night, listening to the whispers outside the door and sighing, got up and held the ball that the man left beside the pillow in his palm, and waited for the ball to be warmed up before picking up the letter paper left by Jiang Chensha.

"My husband is not without tears. I don't shed parting time. I don't know when I will return from this farewell. I remember that when you first met me, you hated me for being a cold-blooded animal, so you simply left the green boa constrictor egg with you as a thought. When you witness this with your own eyes. When life comes, you will know that my heart is true..."

The snake eggs could only see a small shadow entangled in one place through the light. At that time, Xiao Chen thought that this was just an excuse left by Jiang Chensha to deceive him. It was not until half a month later that he witnessed the snake eggs grow into As big as a chicken egg.

In the days of Yuehua's practice, there was no wave in the ancient well. He followed Yan Qiudao and devoted himself to the study of mantras. Apart from reading scriptures and ancient books, he would lie on the table and wait for the little snake to break out of its shell. He said it was boring, but his heart was already filled with longing. , can't fit anything anymore.

Yan Qiu knew that he had a deep love for Jiang Chensha, and never mentioned his secret pain. Whenever he was sad, he would always bring some delicious snacks to talk to him, and he also tried to see if his heart had wavered.

"It's been more than seven years since you entered Yuehua's sect, have you ever thought about going out to have a look?"

Xiao Chen sipped his bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and taro balls, put down the bowl after hearing what he said, and shook his head while wiping his mouth.

"It's been seven years, and he hasn't come back to take a look... Forget it, there is no place for me outside, at least Yuehuashi is a place to return to, it's rare to settle down, if there is no major incident, I won't go out."

Yan Qiudao wiped off a grain of rice sticking to the corner of the man's mouth with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "I was thinking, it's time to give you the title of master, you are very important in the Yuehua clan, and you have to go to Heshuo Let the folks who practice the Second Realm know you."

"Grandmaster? I'm still far behind."

"Your ability is not inferior to the elders of any faction. After a while of practice, your ability will increase greatly. It can be said that your future is boundless. Besides, I am here today to tell you good news."

"Is he back?!!"

"No...it's because the Yuehua family has become famous and is listed among the twelve states."

Looking at the obvious disappointment on his face, Yan Qiudao knew that his company for many years was no better than the first glance of love.

After that, Xiao Chen was named as a master and became a respected and respected elder of the Yuehua clan. He was admired and envied by others.

But in his bones he was a fearful character, he rarely appeared in front of people, and if he had to show up, he would stick by Yan Qiudao's side.

Therefore, seeking truth from words, he took his dependence as a need, and got used to pampering and accompanying him.

But for Xiao Chen, such out-of-reach feelings are always unbearable for him. In his heart, the only person he really wants is that one person.

Seven years, another three years.

For a whole ten years, Yue Fahrenheit never heard of Jiang Chensha again.

At first Xiao Chen also suspected that Yan Qiudao intercepted all the letters sent back by that person in order to let him devote himself to cultivation, but it took a long time to realize that things were not what he thought.

Ever since the egg of the boa constrictor grew to the size of an egg, it has ceased to make a sound, and it has no intention of breaking out of its shell at all. Even Xiao Chen will have his patience exhausted, so all the spells written at that time are extremely lethal. , even Yuehua's disciples are wondering whether Master Xiao's love life is not going well recently?

Yan Qiudao saw his every move, but he never talked about it, and it was peaceful until one day, when the storm broke out, the earth shook and the sky cracked, and the two realms of Fanxiu were in jeopardy.

"I'm going to Tianyu, do you want to go with me?"

Looking at the rift in the sky, Xiao Chen abnormally rejected him.

"To put it bluntly, whether the present world is stable or famine is everywhere, I have nothing to do with it. I just want to stay here and keep my own peace."

"He will definitely go."

"……What did you say?"

"He will not ignore the sufferings of the world, as long as he is still alive, he will definitely go."

There is no suspense in the ending, Xiao Chen asked for advice and led the members of the Yuehua family to attack Tianyu together, and saw Jiang Chensha who had been away for a long time.

At that time, Jiang Chensha put on a familiar smile when he saw him, and stretched out his hand to him among the crowd running around shouting to kill, the few words he said were drowned in the noisy voice.

Xiao Chen wanted to bump his head into his arms, to let him know how hard and lonely he had been waiting all these years, and he had to squeeze a word or two of comfort from his mouth, otherwise...

otherwise……

The moment he saw Jiang Chensha, Xiao Chen burst into tears.

The man's robe was stained with a large amount of blood, and he had to bend down because of the severe pain. Even so, he still stumbled towards him, as if all people were colorless, and only he was the dazzling light.

Xiao Chen stared blankly at the man who was walking towards him step by step from the battlefield, and froze on the spot, not daring to go forward to hug him.

He hoped it was a nightmare, but he also hoped it was a dream.

The beauty is finally seeing the person he misses with all his heart, but the fear is that this phantom will shatter at the touch of a touch.

Standing in front of Xiao Chen, Jiang Chensha couldn't wait to pull him into his arms, before he could say the long-awaited "Long time no see, I miss you very much", his eyes turned black from the fishy sweetness pouring into his throat , only dared to hide the bloody color behind that person, lest he would be worried.

"You, dishonest liar..."

"Feel sorry……"

"You clearly promised to take care of yourself, but you got into this embarrassment."

"Sorry……"

Jiang Chensha covered Xiao Chen's crying eyes, blocked all the blood and blood on the battlefield, and promised him a piece of heaven and earth in his arms.

Xiao Chen will never forget, Jiang Chensha's cruelest last words before his death.

He said: "Retire, Fufeng... I regret that I got you involved in the world, and I want to say sorry to you..."

"I don't want your apology, I just want you to live! It doesn't matter if you retire or stir up the situation, I just want to be with you!!"

"I'm sorry... I, who was unable to respond to your sacrifices before, dare not give you each other when I am about to die."

When he spoke, his eyes were very calm, and his smile was as calm as when we first met.

"Today, I will pass on the name of Nan Jun Hua Remnant Dew to you, and hope that you will have a panoramic view of the wind, flowers, snow and moon for the rest of your life..."

Xiao Chen's heart froze, he didn't dare to believe what he said, until the man handed a sharp knife into his hand trembling.

The residual warmth of blood still remained on the blade, and the veins on the back of Jiang Chensha's hands were bulging, and he was on the verge of dying.

He no longer had the strength to say the last words, and fell to his knees, leaning on Xiao Chen's shoulder, and hugged him into his arms with the last of his strength.

To the end of his life, he wanted to protect him.

Cang Mang, who had been with him for many years, was seriously injured for protecting his master. Seeing his master dying in a bloody battle, he shed tears and slipped into his master's sleeve. Without waiting for Xiao Chen to rescue him, he swallowed his last breath.

There should be wailing, there should be wailing.

But Xiao Chen seemed to be frozen in this moment, hugging Jiang Chensha's gradually icy body, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and drew a deep and long bloodstain on his left arm.

"It hurts...it's not a dream, but I wish it was a dream..."

That day, Xiao Chen woodenly carved sixteen knives on his left arm.

Under the cloud curtain of the [-]th Shengge, in the snowflakes of the three thousand worlds.

Hot blood dripped down on the snake's egg between the sleeves, and the eggshell cracked suddenly, and a young snake poking out of it unexpectedly drilled out.

"What's the use of you being born at this time, the person who should be your master is gone..."

The hand that wanted to continue to scratch the scar was stopped, and when I looked back, it was not the person I expected.

Yan Qiudao took Xiao Chen's hand to help him up, picked up Jiang Chensha's body, turned around and walked away silently.

Kyushu was seriously injured in the battle of killing evil and subduing demons. Tens of thousands of disciples from various sects were killed or injured, and even Wan Shougu devoted himself to the righteous way.

But in the face of Jiang Chensha's death, Xiao Chen was too indifferent, did not see a drop of tears, just locked himself in the room behind closed doors, and the disciples who went to inquire about the news never heard him sobbing in private.

Yan Qiudao knew that he was suppressing his emotions, so he just said lightly when facing outsiders: "Kyushu has lost many people, and it takes a lot of energy to deal with the aftermath. How can there be energy to be sad?"

But his forbearance and disguise can't be concealed.

But as a person who seeks the Tao with words, what can he say or do to comfort him?

He knew that the man liked to eat lychees, so he sent someone from Guangdong to send fresh ones, he peeled off the skins and cored the fruit with his own hands, and ordered his disciples to send them to Xiao Zongshi's room.

He also knew that the man was used to drinking a glass of milk before going to bed every night, and he always asked people to warm it up after dinner, and he was afraid that his disciple would forget about it carelessly, so he still had to do it himself in the end.

Yan Qiudao's obscurity has done a lot for Xiao Chen. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a good suzerain and a good friend who treats his disciples kindly. Only Xiao Chen turns a blind eye to everything he has done. penny.

The disciple replied: "Sect Master, Master Xiao didn't even touch the lychee you sent, and sent it out intact."

The disciple replied: "Sect Master, Grand Master Xiao didn't eat tonight, he said he had a poor appetite, so he went to bed later."

The disciple replied: "Sect Master, Master Xiao didn't drink the milk that he sent, he said he was in a bad mood and didn't feel sleepy."

It was like this for seven consecutive days, Yan Qiudao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted at the preaching disciple: "Then what did he eat and drink these days, how is his body, and what is he doing behind closed doors!!"

The suzerain, who has always been gentle, was furious, scaring his disciples to their knees and begging for mercy.

"I didn't see Grandmaster Xiao move half a step back. There is a spirit snake that is so hungry that it is manic. I am really afraid... I am really afraid that the long insect will bite Grandmaster Xiao when it is too hungry!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Qiudao strode out the door.

"Xiao Chen, if he's dead, you won't even live?"

The author has something to say: "A husband is not without tears, and does not shed parting time." From "Parting".

"Under the cloud curtain of Shengge on the [-]th, in the snowflakes of the three thousand worlds." From "Fuxian Temple Snow Reward Farewell to Happy Heaven".

Bury a hole for Valley Lord Jiang, the people of Wanshou Valley always have some special skills in cultivating immortals, not for longevity, everyone can guess where the special skills are (this is what a tiger and wolf word).