Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Cang will never know that on the day when he was about to die, Qingwu, full of grief and indignation, pulled out the white rainbow that stabbed Cang's heart and threw it aside, covered his body, and tore his clothes eager to feast on the last delicious food.

He leaned close to Cang Jianleng's neck, and when he opened his mouth, his sharp teeth showed a fierce light. He was about to bite off when he saw a glare coming from the white rainbow he had just discarded!

Qingwu squinted his dark eyes, saw the spirit body floating out of the sword, guessed that he was the enemy who was competing with him for this body, and charged forward with a howl, intending to destroy the Baihong sword body.

But the person who suddenly appeared and broke all his plans stretched under the hostile gaze, didn't care about his offensive at all, raised his fingers and flicked him, and knocked him flying, falling on the cold ground. Gu Jian heard a sword cry from the ice, and the blade was actually broken.

"Bai Hong? What kind of sword are you!"

The man brushed the creases on his white sleeves, glanced casually at Qingwu, then looked at Cang who was dying on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.

"I am a weapon, not a sword. Unlike you, I have no soul, only humanity."

Without waiting for Qingwu to think deeply, Bai Hong raised his eyes for a moment, and with a flash of silver light, he had already swept behind him, mentioning Qingwu's body that was no longer able to stand up, and only commented on two words.

"You have already used up everything, so why not keep it for me."

The next moment, the eyes of Qingwu, who was shackled by Baihong, became lifeless, and turned into a broken sword in his hands.

Bai Hong put it in her sleeve and walked to Cang's side, with helplessness in her eyes, "If I don't come again...you will die."

He leaned over to touch Tie Cang's face, stared at the face that was gradually losing color, kissed the man's lips, and let out his purest aura.

He may be the only sword spirit who saved the spirit summoner.

When Cang woke up from the chaos, the knife wound on his heart was still hurting, and it was thanks to this real feeling that he realized that he was still alive.

He slowly opened his eyes, and held up his scarred hands in front of him. The excessive clarity in front of his eyes gave people an illusion. He blinked and found that the transparency had not receded.

"It's Qingwu..."

"It's Qingwu, who healed your body with his remnant soul."

A deep male voice answered in his ear.

Cang wanted to turn his head to have a look, but couldn't move.

He seemed to see a snow-colored figure sitting with his legs crossed and drinking tea with his hands behind his back, approached him, and pressed his forehead.

"Fortunately, it's not hot anymore."

"You are……"

"Begging me to come, but you dare not admit it."

"White Rainbow!!"

Cang jumped up from the bed with a cry, grinned his teeth in pain, squeezed out two tears, and grabbed the man's skirt, but in vain.

Obviously the warmth and softness just now are so real, why...

"Why, you are just a sword spirit..."

"Don't confuse me with those inferior souls. I was not born by the sword, nor will I die by the sword."

Ruoyue Wu's gentle touch fell on Cang's head, and he was pushed back to the bed by Bai Hong, lying on his side to relieve the pain.

He knew very well that only when the sword spirit devoured the spirit summoner could it have a real body, and it was that person who showed mercy to him and was willing to be a lonely soul.

"You are not a sword spirit, but a heroic spirit."

There are no more than two kinds of souls lodged in the sword, the monsters who obtained spirituality by absorbing the aura of the heavens and the earth, or the undead who were once living beings whose strength was recognized by the sword and bound their souls after death. Obviously Bai Hong is the latter.

"So that's why... You're tired of this world, so you don't want to respond, right?"

Bai Hong didn't say a word, it was the default.

"I'm sorry... I didn't go into the cause and effect to disturb your peace without authorization, but you still responded to me, does it mean that you... still have a little affection for me?"

"It's so disgusting to say, you're a man."

"What's wrong with men, can't you like men?"

"Talk about love after only one meeting, frivolous and superficial."

"You are indeed an old antique from the ancient times. If you like it, you dare not say it. How can you be happy?"

Speaking of this, Cang smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm not qualified to say anything about you, but I... also missed a lot."

"Yes, you owe your father love."

Cang suddenly realized that Bai Hong had listened to all his nagging thoughts in the past, and felt ashamed and embarrassed, and covered his face.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know you could hear me, I was just talking to myself."

"I know."

In Bai Hong's eyes, Cang is just a child who doesn't know much about the world, and he should feel naive and ridiculous, but he just feels sorry for this young man who faced the sufferings of the world too early.

From youth to youth, Cang accompanied him, and he also accompanied Cang.

Even his hard-hearted heart was moved, and he, who had vowed never to return to the world as a sword spirit, still violated his oath.

Bai Hong's eyes were soft, and when he looked at Cang, there was always a kind of gentle warmth in his heart, which wore away his bloodthirsty murderousness and deep-seated fighting intent.

He even felt that in these years of being together day and night, he had the same feelings as the one sleeping under the ice in the cold valley, wanting to love and pity Cang as his son, and it was a mistake for many years.

Cang struggled for a while and got up, sat on the edge of the bed, took Bai Hong's hand, and prevented him from running away from his fingertips.

"I've thought about it. It took me seven years to wake you up and impress you. Even if I disobey, I don't want to hand you over to others."

Bai Hong's eyes darkened, yes, how could he have forgotten... He was supposed to be Jiu Chongtian's murderous weapon, yet he wanted to have his own emotions, it's just ridiculous.

"So have you figured out how to keep me?"

"There has never been a precedent for a spiritual summoner to conclude a contract with a sword spirit, but I want to try."

Seeing his extremely serious expression, Bai Hong let out a very out-of-character "huh".

"so?"

"So Bai Hong, you... marry me!!"

There was a snap, as if something had shattered at his words.

The two lowered their heads at the same time, and saw a piece of blue crystal stone falling on the ground, it was the one attached to the hilt of Baihong's sword.

Bai Hong asked in a cautious voice, "Are you sick?"

Cang immediately frowned, "How can you! Even if you doubt it, you can't say it so blatantly!!"

"Then, are you sick?"

"..."

There has never been a precedent of a spirit summoner surviving after awakening the sword spirit. Cang is the first person who will probably court the sword spirit, and he is also the only one.

After hesitating for a moment, Cang lowered his eyes sadly, sat back on the bed decadently, and sighed helplessly.

"After all, you will be used by Emperor Zun, and you cannot be monopolized by me. Speaking of this, I also want to ask you, why don't you absorb my spiritual power and flesh and blood to help you obtain your real body as soon as possible?"

Bai Hong looked down at Cang from above, turned around and took a few steps, determined to swallow the truth.

He said: "Your foundation is too shallow, your cultivation base is too low, even if you eat it, it will not help me recover one ten-thousandth of it. Besides, I am not a sword spirit."

But the truth is, even a revived heroic spirit needs to devour other spirits to nourish and improve itself, especially a spirit like Bai Hong who is bound in the sword after death and has never absorbed the essence of heaven and earth needs far more than ordinary spirits. More.

But he didn't kill Cang. The real reason may be that he will never be able to say it. It is because during the years of getting along, he has become accustomed to the approach of this young man. It feels like something is being pulled away from my heart.

In the past, he also experienced this kind of unforgettable pain, so that many years after his death, he still felt like a dead soul, and he never woke up even after hearing a sincere call.

If there is no one in the world, the sun will rise and the moon will set, why is it him?

This problem has troubled Bai Hong for many years, until Cang decided to pay for it with his life, he realized that maybe it was an emotion that he had never comprehended in his whole life.

A kind of happiness from the heart, even when you think about the past when you are alone, the corners of your mouth will still be involuntarily raised.

"But you saved me..." Cang Fu stroked his chest and almost stabbed him through the wound, "I will always repay your life-saving grace."

"You don't have to, you wake me up, and I'll give you back your life, it's even."

"But I know that you don't want to return to the human world. It was I who disturbed your peace by making my own decisions. No matter what, I owe you."

Bai Hong was stunned, she didn't expect this seemingly dull young man to have such a delicate mind.

He turned his head, stretched out his index finger to lift Cang's chin, and met those aggrieved eyes, and for a moment his heart was moved.

"Then have you thought about how to compensate me?"

"Yes! What do you think of the body promise?"

"I have three thousand beauties in the harem, and there is no shortage of a kid like you who is not as talented as others."

"Could it be that you used to be an emperor?... But you have been sleeping and lonely for many years, and which of those beauties can accompany you. Although I am useless, I can do things they can't do. Maybe you can think about it."

Bai Hong's mind faltered for a moment, he caressed Cang's face, frowned and asked, "Do you think I'm a fool who is obsessed with beauty?"

"Although I don't know what you've been through before, I think as long as you persevere, you will be moved one day. It's like... It took me seven years to finally wake up a person who pretended to be asleep."

Bai Hong, who was always indifferent, fell silent because of his words, pressed his head, pushed the dishonest man back to the pillow, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.

This time the dream is not tortured by pain, it is warm, soft, illusory and unreal.

Cang is just a bystander. He sees the city-state with iron walls, the bustling and noisy capital, no wars and disasters, and the people are happy, which is the happiness he yearns for.

People praised the wise emperor who brought peace, and the songs of the emperor's bravery to kill the enemy and open up the land were spread in the streets and alleys.

Cang walked through the crowd, sighing the rare peace, walking all the way towards the magnificent palace.

Contrary to the joy of the people is the oppression of the court, the civil and military officials are frowning, and the person sitting in the seat is also looking serious.

Cang got closer, boldly walked up to the high platform of the throne, and leaned in front of that man, so close that he could feel his breath on his face...

The reality is not like a dream, it should be that person allowed him to enter his remaining memory space.

He saw a trace of grief on the monarch's unfeeling face, lowered his eyelids, and announced the heaviest decision for him, for his ministers, and for the people.

He said: "Surrender..."

The audience has heard faint crying.

Someone boldly asked, "Your Majesty, do you really want to surrender?"

"The army is overwhelming, if they refuse to surrender, tens of millions of people will suffer from the fire of war and be displaced. Besides, the national strength is no longer enough to fight the war, and the outcome cannot be changed. Our flames are no match for the big beams, so why bother fighting with trapped beasts and harming the innocent People die."

"But what if Daliang wantonly massacres the people after he enters the capital?"

"King Liang is a gentleman. He has never done anything despicable before. I only want to trust him once."

"If you insist on doing this, your majesty's status in the hearts of the people will definitely plummet, and you will even bear an eternal infamy. Is your majesty really willing?"

"Fame is nothing but a foreign thing, what is it? The lives of the people are more important than Mount Tai, even if you have to exchange your life alone, it is worth it."

Cang was stunned.

It turns out that this person loves the people like a son... It must be the blessing of several lifetimes for the common people to have such a wise king.

But the result was unsatisfactory. Even the king who put himself in the people's shoes became what people called a faint king. The people accused him of being timid and afraid of death, scolding him for being selfish and disregarding the lives of others.

But after hearing these complaints, the man only said: "I owe them alone."

Later, soldiers came to the city.

The people in Kyoto complained endlessly. In anger, they wanted to enter the palace city to kill the monarch and change the dynasty. They would rather die in battle than be captured.

At that time, the king had changed into plain clothes and hairpins with wooden hairpins. He only wore a famous sword with rare sapphire around his waist. He was ridiculed all the way to the front of the city tower and ordered the guards to open the gate. .

No one heard him sigh sadly at the moment when the giant gate opened: "This world shouldn't flow into rivers of blood. If I die alone, it will be in exchange for your lives. Blood earns no compensation..."

King Liang entered Yandu with his personal guards, and he saw the man who bowed his head in the crowd at a glance.

"Isn't it too boring for a powerful opponent who has never met before to let the widow win the final victory without a single soldier?"

The man replied calmly: "Wars should not be the emperor's way of having fun, I, I will not bet with you."

"You changed your name, but you really gave up the throne?"

"I never take back what I said."

"Okay! Then how do you want the widow to exchange."

"In exchange for the eternal peace of our Great Yan people..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strand of cloth was strung between his teeth, pulled by King Liang, like a tamed horse, forcing him to stop talking.

Liang Chao made a silent gesture, laughed presumptuously, and deliberately lowered his voice, provoking in his ear.

"But King Yan seems to have forgotten to mention his family, your harem, your concubines... Oh, yes, I still remember that the Queen Mother of Yan Kingdom is still alive, and your younger sister, Princess Yiyang, is also pregnant with Liujia. , You said that from the standpoint of a widow, should you leave the seeds of the remnants of the previous dynasty?"

Sure enough, panic and sadness appeared on the man's face, occupying the indifferent face that had no expression before.

He couldn't utter a complete sentence because of the smack in his mouth, and the words of pleading whimpered in his throat, indistinct.

But even if he begged and struggled, he was still powerless to stop everything.

The princess who was pregnant with Liujia stood in front of thousands of troops without any timidity.

She raised her head high and was unyielding and proud.

"Your Majesty! My husband has been in the army for generations and has served Dayan for a hundred years. Even if he burns his flesh and blood, he will never bow to others! Yiyang's belly is the flesh and blood of Dayan's soldiers, and it is the blood of my Dayan royal family. Fortunately, he was born into this world, but he must be very like the previous king and the king, Yiyang would rather die than surrender!!"

After finishing speaking, the short knife came out of his sleeve, pierced his heart, and slowly fell into a pool of blood.

Cang wanted to cry and scream, the grief from Bai Hong made him extremely painful.

It was Liang Wang who broke the silence of the fantasy dream.

He had a bloodthirsty smile, so presumptuous and terrifying.

He said: "For this day, the widow has worked so hard to pretend... In order to let you be caught without a fight, I tried to pretend to be a good king who loves the people like a son and treats the refugees of the subjugated country. I am so tired... Finally, the widow finally no longer has to pretend Now, you people of Dayan, come and sacrifice the flag for the next battle of the widow!!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword light flashed past.

The king of subjugation did not know when to break free from the shackles, the long sword was shot, and the white rainbow pierced the sun.

The king of Liang was killed in one blow, and the remaining unclaimed Liang army was threatened by the bloody king of the subjugated country. They became a group of headless flies, crowded around the chaotic capital, rushing out of the city gate to escape for their lives.

The more crowded, the more impossible to escape.

On that day, he traveled all over the capital and killed all the enemy troops hiding in it.

He seems to have become a ghost, feared, shunned, and enshrined by people. He has become the belief of the people and a legendary god.

But so what?Is it worth it to gain the world but lose the home?

Heh...is it worth it?

"Cang, I want to ask you, is it worth it?"

Cang suddenly opened his eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you regret it?"

"..."

"It's worth it if you don't regret it."

Bai Hong still had the same indifferent face, with no trace of expression on her face, as if her grief had been worn away by thousands of years of silence.

But Cang firmly believed that he was still in pain, if he really didn't care, if it really didn't matter, why did he reject him for seven years and would rather sleep forever than open his eyes to see the world?

Cang didn't touch Bai Hong's wound, he hugged Bai Hong's waist and hugged her tightly, even if his head was pressed and pushed away, he didn't let go like a dog's skin plaster.

He said: "You have lost your family, and I am the same. You have been living in pain all these years, and I am the same! Why reject me, can't we be together!!"

Bai Hong pushed his hand for a moment, and then a flash of white light bounced him away.

The man brushed off the folds of his clothes, and said calmly: "You shouldn't be like me, and you don't need to be with me."

Turned around and left, showing no mercy.

Cang's heart was empty, he stroked the wound on his chest, and could feel the powerful pulse of his heart.

He may be the first or even the only spiritual summoner who dared to stab the sword into his heart to awaken the sword spirit. He would definitely die if he did so, but he is actually alive now.

Bai Hong is just a heroic spirit residing in the sword, how can he save his own life?

Cang couldn't figure it out, until he betrayed Jiu Chongtian and went to the cultivation world, he didn't know how he continued his life.

That day, Bai Hong resolutely left, and the next day, Cang saw the long-lost Emperor again.

Di Tianyao dragged his wounded body and took him away from Cold Valley, and threw him in the blood-stained Kunlun Secret Realm. He pinched his face and forced him to see the blood of his clansmen flowing into rivers and corpses strewn all over the ground.

"The Cang clan was killed overnight, and you were the only one in the cold valley without knowing it. Tell me, who is the lonely emperor going to make responsible for all this?"

Cang was frightened dumb, he had never seen such a horrific sight, trembling and speechless.

But he quickly thought of his father, the father who fell into the abyss and has been sleeping under the ice, and the elder brother who was living outside without knowing his life or death. He gritted his teeth: "They killed my father! They deserve to die!!"

Di Tianyao's eyes were dark, and he choked Cang and forced him to raise his eyes. The moment they looked at each other, Cang felt a sense of oppression that he had never felt before.

"Cang Shuying is dead?"

"As I said, he ran away, he was a coward!"

"Fleeing to another world is indeed his style. In this way, the lonely emperor is also the chief culprit who killed him. Do you even want to kill the lonely emperor?"

"If I could kill, why would I stay until now... I don't have the courage to kill people. The only person I can kill... is myself."

The author has something to say: It is never possible to wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, but Xuannan, or the young Cang did it.