Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

As long as the person in my heart is safe, it is worth it.

The father who he called a coward, the father who was always afraid of pain and never showed it, once thought about it...

Cang looked at his hands that were shackled tightly and smiled.

Laughed and laughed and cried again.

"Father, is this the sacrifice you made? I am still alive, and I still have a chance to see the light of day again, but you have been frozen underground and trapped for these years, you... Father, I'm sorry..."

The forbidden area of ​​the Cold Valley is like a deep well, with only a palm-sized sky. The sun rises and the moon sets every day, bringing extravagant light and eternal darkness.

Di Tianyao's punishment for Cang was far more than imprisonment. He had to throw a rotten corpse from the mouth of the well every day, and asked him to always remember that the deaths of his clansmen were caused by him.

But what Emperor Zun didn't know was that every time he threw a corpse down, he would step on the bones and continue to look at the sky. The more he threw, the closer he was to the sky, until he was bound by iron chains and couldn't take a step further.

When he was imprisoned, Cang Tianhe accelerated the process of forging the sword box in order to see his younger brother as soon as possible. After getting the emperor's permission, he became the only person who entered the forbidden area and talked with Cang for several years.

At that time, Cang had nothing else to do but look at the sky, lost his only spiritual sustenance, and had been mute for many years, almost losing the instinct to speak.

Cang Tianhe felt sorry for such a younger brother, and the two knelt on the bones of the Cang clan, almost crying bitterly.

But the elder brother's eyes were red, but the younger brother was so calm that people couldn't help but move Cang Tianhe.

"Ah Cang, let's not do this job anymore, let's run away, let's run away together!"

"Escape...where can I go?"

"Hiding in the world, being free and easy every day counts as a day. As long as you want, we can escape together!!"

"Brother, this is too tiring...Father has escaped all his life, and he is still in a mess. I'm sorry for involving you and hurting you because of my selfishness, but I..."

"Why bother talking about this, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Bai Hong."

After thinking for a long time, Cang Tianhe decided to tell the truth.

"Bai Hong... is silent again."

When Bai Hong was mentioned, Cang finally shed tears, venting the emotions that had been numb for many years like a child.

He cried so sadly and desperately that Cang Tianhe couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

"Ah Cang, the sword spirit that was first awakened but did not devour a living person is just a spirit body. If he did not sacrifice himself for you, it would be impossible to heal your injury. Do you know why you survived the pierced heart and are still alive and well."

Cang's eyes widened, as if he hadn't seriously considered this issue for many years in the past, immersed in the illusion of comfort created by Bai Hong for him, feeling at ease.

"You spent seven years awakening him, impressing him, repairing the broken blade for him with more than two hundred and six soul nails, and the number of bones in the human body just matches it. You are not only restoring the sword soul for him, you are basically reshaping him. In human body!"

Cang Tianhe choked back his sobs, and continued with a trembling voice: "The reason why you survived is because he gave you three soul nails, and he used three soul nails to protect your heart, in exchange for your life..."

"Impossible! That's Xinghai Meteorite, it can only make swords, it can't save people!!"

"As early as the moment he opened his eyes, you became a part of his sword soul, silly brother, you are his, you have already been his, he loves you like he loves the soul that is connected with his flesh and blood. Even he himself believes that his feelings for you are nothing more than dependence on the prey, but when he changes from taking to giving, his feelings are already love."

Cang Tianhe gritted his teeth and pressed Cang's shoulder, forcing him to look directly at himself and face reality.

"Wake up, believe it, you are never alone, there is still time to escape!"

Cang was nervous and still couldn't believe this fact, knowing that he had to think carefully when making a decision, and Cang Tianhe was by his side to assist.

"Bai Hong with an incomplete sword soul is vulnerable. He nailed his heart and soul to you. It is even easier for others to kill him. How can you give up halfway after you have accompanied him here? My sword box is about to be forged. Take him away before being tied up, and promise me to live this life well!"

"But I'm leaving, what should you do??"

"I... am the same as you."

Cang Tianhe smiled gently with downcast eyes, and he stretched out his hand covered with knife wounds, as if he was holding an invisible and heavy sword.

"I also have someone I can't let go of. It's ironic that the Creator falls in love with the created."

The brothers who were supposed to have opposite fates ended up on the same path after all.

Before Cang Tianhe left, he awakened Broken Snake and cut off the shackles and chains that bound Cang with one strike. It was the first time Cang saw this sword spirit endowed with spirituality by his elder brother in his life.

Broken Snake is different from ordinary sword spirits. There is no soul living in Broken Sword itself. It was Cang Tianhe who gave him essence and flesh and blood, allowing his own soul to blend into it and create a brand new spirit.

Therefore, their relationship is not between master and servant, let alone predator and prey, but between the creator and the created.

Cang Tianhe handed Bai Hong into Cang's hands, and hurriedly sent him to the mortal world. Cang was still worried about his safety, and kept asking: "Brother, what about you? If I leave, what should I do?"

The man just smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, I have a gold medal to avoid death."

Then disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

This is not Cang's first visit to the mortal world, but it is the most desperate one.

He has no acquaintances, and he doesn't know where to go. He only has a silent blade sleeping in his arms, and he doesn't know when he will wake up.

Cang has been wandering in the world for many years. He has seen the ebb and flow of the tides in his elder brother's mouth, and the flowers bloom and wither.

In the winter when he was 30 years old, Cang, who had not awakened Baihong after escaping from the cold valley, made a decision. He left the mortal world and turned to the cultivation world, and stepped into Buddhism, taking a crucial step for his revenge.

He came to Wuxiang Mountain late at night in a snowstorm. The head of the Buddhist sect at that time, Master Du E, personally entertained him and welcomed him into the brightly lit hall.

Looking at each other speechlessly, Cang didn't know how to speak, so he simply pretended to be dumb.

Master Du E brushed the snow off his shoulders, took off his tattered cloak and threw it in the charcoal fire, burning it to a handful of ashes.

Master Du E said: "The old monk knows very well where the benefactor came from and where he will go. If you have nothing to worry about, you can stay in the Buddhist sect."

"Master, since you know where I am going, may I ask, can I have a good death in this life?"

Master Du E smiled and said nothing, with a trace of worry and helplessness in his eyes, Cang knew that he still couldn't escape this damn life.

He asked again: "Can Fozong give me what I want?"

"At least you and him can be peaceful and stable for nearly a hundred years in this world."

Hearing this, Cang felt confident, got up and pulled out the hairpin, scattered his long hair, bowed his head and knelt down on the futon in front of the Buddha.

"I would like to convert to Buddhism."

Master Du E shaved off his hair with a knife. Looking at the traces of troubles he had accumulated in the 30 years before his destiny, Cang was a little bit reluctant, and smiled in a flash.

"Benefactor, why are you smiling bitterly?"

"There is nothing in the past that I am nostalgic for. I wish I could wash my memory, but it is hard to let go...Father, brother, and..."

He tentatively stretched out his hand to hold Baihong, hanging in the middle, and stayed there for a long time.

Master Du E stroked his head kindly, feeling helpless and distressed.

"From today onwards, your Dharma name will be called Xuannan, you are not in the world, so it doesn't matter if you don't shave your hair!"

"This is against the Buddhist rules."

"Buddha helps the world and saves people. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The poor monk would like to take you in for a while in the Buddhist sect. You don't have to forget about it. You have too many things to do, so don't worry." Do it boldly!"

Since then, Cang started a new life.

As Xuannan, he found a place in the Buddhist sect, and set aside a corner to practice alone away from the hustle and bustle, but the exercises he practiced ran counter to Wuxiang Buddhism. The demon monk that everyone avoids.

Master Du E couldn't help sighing when he saw his alluring face changed by evil deeds, as if he had foreseen it long ago and was powerless to stop it.

He asked Xuannan: "Do you regret it?"

XuanNan smiled, resting his chin on both hands, looking foolish.

"Old monk, do you think this little monk should regret it?"

The master shook his head and said nothing, Xuannan said again: "All these years in the Buddhist sect, this little monk has never managed to awaken Bai Hong, but he has devoted himself to cultivating evil skills. Others will think that this little monk is a lunatic, but this little monk is sober. very."

He pointed to his chest, smiling melancholy. "I don't know if it's a legacy from the old days or something. The little monk often suffers from severe pain in his heart. When he wakes up at night, he doesn't dare to take a breath. The pain is not relieved until he wakes up after passing out. The little monk always feels that it is a white rainbow. Give me my punishment."

"He was silent all the time and never woke up."

"Yeah, but he and the little monk have a connection and understand what I want to do next, so he is trying to stop me."

XuanNan picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth, winking sourly.

"But he also knows the temperament of a little monk and a donkey. He doesn't try to persuade me, so he can only teach me some lessons. Heh, this is a man."

"Amitabha……"

Master Du E recited the Buddha's name and kept shaking his head, but Xuan Nan stuffed a sour grape into his mouth viciously, seeing the old monk's expression contorted, he leaned back and laughed for a long time.

Absolutely a child at heart.

After laughing enough, he felt empty again, Xuannan's smile froze on his face, and his expression became sad.

"That's why even you, an old monk who transcends the mundane world, can't avoid the destruction of foreign objects, and the same is true for the young monk... As long as you think that everything I do is for him, no matter how painful it is, I can bear it."

"But you never asked whether this is what he wants, the poor monk thought, without you, he would not bother to get involved in the dull future."

"...But I am a selfish person. For this reason, I destroyed my original foundation and cultivated a martial art that is not tolerated by the world. It is ironic. I was born in the Cang family, and I have no talent for making swords, but this evil skill It fits me very well. Old monk, don't you want to know what I practiced?"

"Amitabha, sin, sin..."

Xuannan laughed with a "poof", "It's not a crime, it's ecstasy. I want him to completely forget all of this, including the fact that he was once a sword spirit."

Master Du E was finally annoyed, "You took such a risk that you didn't even care about yourself, because of such a ridiculous idea! The poor monk really regrets not stopping you, you are so, so stupid!!"

Obviously he was being scolded, but Xuannan's laughter grew louder, and the old monk walked away in anger.

Xuannan knew that what he did was going too far, so he hurriedly stopped him, but when Master Du E pushed him away, he clearly saw the tears on the old monk's face.

"The poor monk should not let nature take its course. I thought that the destiny cannot be violated. As long as I help you, even if the ending is not satisfactory, I am worthy of my conscience. It can be seen that you are like this, and the poor monk still regrets it. If I stopped you at the beginning, maybe You... will be able to escape the path of sorrow."

In the final analysis, Master Du E is just an outsider, whether he intervenes or not, it is difficult to stop Xuannan's decision.

But at the moment when the old monk was sad and crying, XuanNan softened his heart.

He realized that there were people in the world who cared about him, so if he left without hesitation, there would still be people who would feel sad for him.

He was kind-hearted and didn't want to be a burden to others, so he begged Master Du E to send Bai Hong to a place far away from him, and it would be best not to see each other again in this life.

At that time, Xuannan awakened the silent sword spirit again, erased all his memories with ecstasy, fused his own spiritual essence to bring him back to his childhood, covered up the murderous spirit of the sword spirit, and made Bai Hong an ordinary person in the eyes of others. baby.

Master Du E fulfilled his wish, and sent Bai Hong far to the north to be adopted by Patriarch Ling Xue, so that he lost all memory afterwards, and Bai Hong, who grew up like a normal child, had a new name—Bai Ao Shi.

"Aoshi, stand proudly in the world, what a good name."

Xuannan was satisfied and hid in the Wuxiang Buddhist sect. Since then, he has never found Cang and Baihong in the world.

Many years later, the ageless Bai Aoshi was gradually suspected by the world, Xuannan was born and went away to Lingxue, repeated the original choice, annihilated Bai Aoshi, renamed him Bai Zhezhou, so that Baihong could continue to hide in the world.

It was at that time that he met Bai Qinghan, a cold young man who would never open his eyes.

Seeing him for the first time, Bai Qinghan said: "You are a person with a story."

Xuannan saluted back and forth, "Look at your eyes, we are with each other."

Thanks to this one-sided relationship, Xuannan understands the current situation of Lingxue Palace, and learns that Bu Nian'an, a disciple with a foreign surname, intends to take over the head and take over the power, whether it is Bai Aoshi who no longer exists, or Bai Zhezhou who was just born in the eyes of outsiders. , the situation is very delicate.

"I will do my best to help him through the difficulties. As for whether his identity will be discovered or not, it still depends on your skills. As we all know, Emperor Zun of the Nine Heavens is a lazy person. He won't come forward in person about the matter, so you still have a chance."

Bai Qinghan squinted his eyes and spoke in a serious manner, so there was no doubt that even Xuannan, who was once... who was in the lower position, was also intoxicated by his appearance and couldn't extricate himself.

"That's great, little Taoist priest, you're so pretty, the little monk wants to stay in Lingxue Palace to take a good look at you."

"If you want to stay, if you want to stay, I won't stop you. Don't talk nonsense to make people hate you."

"Little Taoist priest, you are really cold and heartless."

Bai Qinghan sighed imperceptibly, and slightly opened his closed left eye, revealing a sea-clear blue eye.

"It's fine if you stay, the Lingxue Palace will not be peaceful in the future, I need someone to help me out."

"Is there any reward? I can't get up early without profit."

A trace of sharpness flashed in Bai Qinghan's eyes, and he grabbed Xuannan's face.

"Either stay and help, or leave now."

So Xuannan was forced to stay in Lingxue Palace temporarily, and for the sake of Bai Zhezhou's future, he condescended to become Bai Qinghan's disciple.