Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

It's a pity that Di Tianyao still underestimated this young man who was as unyielding and arrogant as his father. Cang only learned to act in the pain, and in the end he didn't know what obedience was.

After that, he stood alone by the ice-free spring, facing a sharp edge that had been polished by the years, he talked a lot with the soul that had been silent for many years, and with the father who would never wake up from his slumber.

The words were nothing more than expressing his intentions, he didn't want to be a tool used by Jiu Chongtian, he didn't want his father to die in vain, and he didn't want an innocent sword soul to be cast and used by others.

It's a pity that neither Gu Jian nor An Sleeping's father gave him any response.

Cang rummaged through the ancient books, desperately looking for the secret method to awaken and revive the sword spirit, and was ridiculed by the tribe.

The elder dismissed him: "Your father abandoning his clansmen and fleeing alone is betrayal. You, the son of a traitor, shouldn't have stayed in Kunlun. If Emperor Zun hadn't appointed you... Humph!"

The elders rolled their eyes at him: "The evil seed left by the patriarch who served the king with his body, maybe he is a freak born of a man!"

Brothers of the same generation will also fight him out of jealousy: "Why are you, a bastard with no talent, valued by Emperor Zun, just because your father can please men with his ass?!"

But Cang didn't care about these unprovoked malice. He packed up his daily necessities, took a pile of books and moved them to the non-frozen spring, and lived alone.

He didn't dare to experiment with Baihong lightly, so he took an iron sword with similar wear and tear as Baihong, carefully polished the rust on the surface of the sword body according to the book, quenched the cold spring water to clean the dirt, and spent half a month to restore the former sword light Only then did he dare to practice Bai Hong again.

It is recorded in ancient books that if you can get a response from dropping the essence and blood on the heart of the sword, the sword has a soul and is willing to be awakened by the swordsman.

But where is Jianxin?

My father once said that when a sword is placed across your finger, the heart of the sword lies at the exact balance.

He tried to find the iron sword's heart, dripped blood, and soon saw a faint light emitting from the sword body, which was his response.

He excitedly picked up Bai Hong, but the sword could not be balanced no matter what, he couldn't figure it out. After checking for a long time, he found that there were fine bruises on the sword that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

It turned out that Baihong...was actually a useless sword?No wonder Regal dismissed him.

But Cang didn't give up, and couldn't find Jianxin, so he cut his wrist and smeared blood all over the sword. If he didn't get a response, he went back and forth in the process of awakening.

He felt that he was going crazy, and he confided his thoughts to a lifeless sword all day long without knowing it.

"Bai Hong, I believe you are a famous tool with spirituality. If I haven't paid enough, it doesn't matter if I wait any longer. This is the first time I try to awaken the sword spirit. Please forgive me if I don't do well... It's the first time I have done it in my life. Son, he didn't protect my father well, and he didn't seem to blame me either. "

"Father is gone, and the last person in the world who knows where I should go has also abandoned me. I should be sad, but I am numb, and even a little glad that my father is relieved. I also see through the complicated things of the human heart and know the truth. It’s rare, and if I get it in the future, I will guard it carefully.”

"Maybe I'm not the first person to choose you, but I should... be the one who sticks to you the most. Don't worry, I'm very dedicated, and I won't give up at the beginning and end. Choosing you is to follow you It's been a lifetime. If you can't wake up, it's a big deal...I'll sleep with you too, anyway, I...don't want to live anymore. "

No matter what he said, Bai Hong was unmoved, but Cang wishfully believed that Bai Hong was too damaged and hurt its soul, and it was not that he refused to respond to his call.

So he tried to restore Baihong again. He didn't know anything about casting by nature, so he didn't dare to melt Baihong and reforge it, so he moved his mind on his father's relics.

He divided the Xinghai Meteorite, threw it into the raging fire and melted it, and forged a total of [-] soul nails, as small as a hair, to repair Baihong's scars.

It took him six years, from a boy to a young man, to carefully insert the soul nail into the broken sword body day after day, repairing all the minor wounds of Bai Hong.

After doing all this, he was almost tired and blinded, holding the masterpiece that has not yet awakened, and endured the double torture of body and mind.

Finally one day, he was no longer blind, deaf, and heartbroken.

He clearly saw a looming shadow beside him, either quietly guarding his side in silence, or circling around him to draw his attention.

Unfortunately, that is not Baihong.

The first sword spirit awakened by him was not Baihong, but an iron sword named Qingwu, which he had used as a test object for training in the early years.

The appearance of Qingwu did relieve Cang's discomfort to a great extent, and helped him complete the final process of restoring Baihong.

When all this was done, Cang cut the blood again, applied the blood on the Baihong sword, and waited for the sword spirit to wake up.

Qingwu was puzzled, wrapped his soul around Cang's body, and asked him face to face: "Cang's blood is pure and holy, why don't you cherish it? He is a coward and a dead spirit, no matter how much you put in It's impossible to wake up, why bother to humiliate yourself."

Cang replied very calmly: "I chose him, and I have to be responsible to the end. Whether he wakes up is his business, and whether I do it or not is my business."

"But you also chose me, and would rather spend all your holy blood than reward me. What do you take me for?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qingwu became angry from embarrassment.

"Do you know why Cang's spiritual summoner held his sword in seclusion and could only awaken one famous weapon in his life? Either he failed to fulfill his wish and was trapped in the death valley, or he saw only the sword spirit coming out alone, and he couldn't find the trace of the spiritual master? Because The sword spirit is a bloodthirsty soul! The sword spirit will absorb the aura and flesh and blood of the spiritual master to help him recover his spirit body. From the moment I open my eyes, you should die!!"

Cang calmly asked: "Then why didn't you kill me?"

"Because I'm not willing! I'd rather be weak, and I want to see if my master can let go of his long-cherished wish, turn around and take a closer look at me, and see the sword spirit who has been awakened by him and still has kind thoughts in his heart! "

"...you'd better kill me, anyway, I don't want to live anymore."

Cang also specifically pointed to a piece of land, "Just bury it there. My father sleeps there too. I won't accompany him. He's a bit lonely and cold by himself."

Qingwu was speechless, his grief and indignation dissipated for some reason, and he couldn't say anything to complain about him.

In fact, he knew very well that Cang, who was also his master, was a very lonely person who longed for affection. He would chat with his long-dead father in the empty cold valley, and he would babble in delusional attempts to influence the sword spirit.

Seeing Cang like this, he suddenly couldn't bear to do anything.

He asked: "Do you really only have Bai Hong in your heart?"

Cang nodded after a long time, "I'm sorry, it was my unintentional act to wake you up without authorization. I have never done this before, and I have to try it first to be at ease. But people have to pay the price for everything they have done. If the spirit caller really wants to dedicate himself to the sword spirit, I am willing, after all..."

He smiled, very ugly. "After all... that's all, there is no after all. But I still have a request."

"speak."

"It's my lifelong wish to restore Baihong. If I can't wake him up after all these years, I will die with regret. So give me a chance, this is also the last time."

Qingwu turned and left without leaving a word.

Cang knew that this was the last tolerance and chance he gave himself, and shook his head with a smile, holding Baihong tightly, stroking the soul nails that had penetrated into the sword body, and said to himself: "Did you hear, this is the last time Ah...you won't wake up, and I won't be alive."

He pressed close to Bai Hong's sword body, and could feel the frightening coldness emanating from the famous weapon. It was the aura that can only be possessed by killing people like hemp and drinking countless blood. Such a sword...

"How can you be a dead sword like this. But why do you refuse to wake up? Do you not like me..."

Cang caressed Bai Hong's shattered sword body, stroked his sword heart, and made a decision at the last moment.

"I said, if you can't wake up, I won't live anymore. Maybe this is really sorry for Qingwu, but I am a selfish person. Even if I suck my aura and flesh and blood, I have no foundation for inferior talents like me." It's hard for people to help him become a spiritual being, so it's better... sleep together, see you in a hundred years, and I'll be your spirit caller."

Cang took a deep breath, looked up at the long sky that was covered by the valley and made up by the rain, the sword turned in the hand, without a moment's hesitation, and pierced his chest with a faint sword sound.

Immediately, blood flowed profusely, and the tearing pain made him frowned, trying to block the redness gushing out of his mouth, but he was so choked that he couldn't cough, so he could only lie on his side on the ground to relieve the pain, panting with difficulty and pain.

Looking at Bai Hong who was still silent and didn't respond to him, Cang smiled self-deprecatingly.

It seems that in the end, he still failed to impress this hard-hearted soul.

Could it be... is he really mistaken, as Emperor Zun said, Bai Hong does not have a sword spirit to board, but just a worthless mortal?

That's really ironic...

He saw Qingwu rushing forward, holding his face in warm hands, shouting something to him with worried eyes, as if he wanted to save his lost life, but his ears were ringing, but he didn't hear a word Enter.

At that moment, many images flashed before his eyes, including the dissatisfaction of beating the old tree when he was young, the sadness when his father took him down the mountain to see his brother, the joy when his potential was discovered by Emperor Zun, and more... ...the profound helplessness and powerlessness in the face of his dying father.

Now that he was about to die, he realized that for so many years, although he said he was grateful that his father could escape the suffering, in his heart... he had always regretted and hated himself for not being able to save him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Tired, tired.

He wanted to close his eyes, but for the last time, he saw a silver light flashing, and a figure from another world with fluttering clothes suddenly appeared beside him.

He wanted to open his eyes again, but his eyelids were so heavy, and his body was so painful that he couldn't move.

That's all... At least knowing that all these years of hard work have not been in vain is enough...