Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Time to step off the stage.

Bai Qinghan understood that this was the only way for Tiandaomen to protect himself.

Before returning to Beidi, Mo Yanzhen had a long talk with him all night long, explaining the pros and cons of his gains and losses, hoping that he would temporarily put aside the Lingxue Palace that he was thinking about and think more about his own situation.

"It's ashamed to say that Daoxuan has paid a lot, but Mo has something to ask for."

"Sect Master Mo, please speak."

Mo Yanzhen stood in front of Bai Qinghan, and before he could speak, he knelt down in front of him, so frightened that the latter quickly got up to help him, but was unexpectedly rejected.

"If Daoxuan refuses to agree, Mo will not be able to kneel here."

Thinking of Mo Qianlin's stubborn temper, Bai Qinghan secretly sighed that the two were truly father and son, and they couldn't stand each other, so he agreed to his request first.

What he never expected was that Mo Yanzhen just hoped that he could reveal to the outside world that the rescue of Mo Qianlin was an act of forcing him to repay his kindness by Tiandaomen, and he had nothing else to ask for.

This move will damage the reputation of Tiandaomen, even if he knows that Mo Yanzhen just wants to maintain his own name, Bai Qinghan still can't agree.

"Tiandaomen received favors from others, and there is absolutely no reason to repay kindness with grievances. To be honest, Mo had noticed Wu Shandu's actions before Daoxuan's disaster, but he didn't expect them to mix in the Tingyulou forces to act. Dao said. Xuan's physique is special, Mo is afraid that you will encounter another misfortune when you return to the cultivation world, as a last resort, I just want to wrong Daoxuan for a while, please."

Mo Yanzhen had no choice but to tell the truth, but Bai Qinghan was disrespectful. After thinking about it, he decided to annihilate Bai Qinghan as he said.

He first went to the Mortal Realm, sent the seriously ill Xuannan to Taoxi Stream, and then brought back the controversial Bai Zhezhou. During this period, he was also intercepted by Wu Shandu, and after struggling to escape, he was seriously injured.

At that time, he still had a little bit of luck, and he was reluctant to hand over the century-old foundation of Lingxue Palace to others. Even though old injuries were still dragging down his body, he gritted his teeth and insisted on taking charge of important affairs in the sect.

But not long after he returned to the Northland, he found that the sequelae of his devotion to Mo Qianlin's healing were getting worse. His spiritual power was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally one day, his hands trembled violently, and he could no longer lift his cold sword.

It was supposed to collapse, it was supposed to be hysterical, but Bai Qinghan's state of mind was unexpectedly calm.

Even if his cultivation was ruined, he did not regret saving Mo Qianlin's life. He always believed that his efforts were worthwhile.

Without the exercises to protect his heart, his heart disease became more and more serious, and he was in pain every day, but he was digging a deep hole in the back mountain like a madman. No one persuaded him to stop, so that Ling Xue It was rumored in the palace that Master Uncle Bai knew he was running out of time and was arranging funeral arrangements.

What they said was correct, Bai Qinghan was indeed preparing a deep pit for himself to bury his bones. On the night when everything was done, it snowed heavily.

Bai Qinghan hugged his Hanpo sword, enduring the piercing pain, lying flat in the deep pit, looking at the unchanging clear starry sky in the north, and slowly closed his eyes.

The heavy snow covered his body, buried a young man with outstanding skills who had been favored by countless masters.

Afterwards, news of Bai Qinghan's death spread throughout the cultivation world.

Even Bai Qinghan felt that he was dead, he even felt that he would sleep under the snow layer until the day when the tortoise's breath method failed, and then, he really didn't have to wake up again.

But for a young man destined to be extraordinary since birth, how could Mingtu be willing to let him escape the suffering he deserved for the rest of his life?After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he was finally awakened by the singing of birds, and when he opened his eyes, the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming.

All of Bai Qinghan's skills were completely wiped out under the extremely cold ice in the north. It was a strong and stable internal force that kept his breath and gave him the possibility to rebuild his foundation.

When he woke up, he was on a sea island where the weather was like spring all the year round. This kind of climate could greatly alleviate the characteristics of his cold body, and help him ease the spiritual current in his body that was sometimes calm and sometimes violent.

At first, Bai Qinghan thought that he had dreamed of a fairyland, immersed in the beauty of the paradise every day, no longer had to bear complicated responsibilities, and no longer had to put on a dog-like airs, take off his shoes and socks and walk on the coast, watching The sea water smoothed the sand under his feet like a stone, and looking back at the long footprints behind him, he suddenly understood what he should do.

The person who rescued him didn't need to think about it, it was Mo Yanzhen who planned to fake his death for him. The master of Dao Sect seemed to have the ability to read people's hearts. After Bai Qinghan figured it out, he sent a black pigeon to deliver the letter.

[Zhan Xinjia, seeing words is like meeting.Quan Ziqianlin's kungfu has improved, and the sword art has been completed, Mo is very happy, and rushes to pass the good news to Daoxuan, and asks Haihan to disturb him.Gouzi once had his meridians reversed due to a mental disorder, and later created a set of rehabilitation cheats, which may come in handy and is attached to the souvenir, hoping that Daoxuan will recover soon. 】

The little black pigeon stood on Bai Qinghan's shoulder with a thick book in its mouth, watched him accept the secret book, uttered bursts of joyful chirping, and flew around him, just like surrounding him at the Heavenly Knife Gate Mo Qianlin was chattering non-stop.

Out of Aiwujiwu's thoughts, Bai Qinghan fed the little black pigeon a lot of special fruits on the island, so that the little black pigeon staggered and hiccupped from time to time on the return flight.

According to what was written in the book, Bai Qinghan's physical fitness has indeed recovered a lot, every day he looks at the handwriting written by that person, restraining himself from thinking about it, and some memories will always spring up inadvertently.

He felt that Mo Yanzhen was really an old fox. He knew that his feelings for Mo Qianlin were extraordinary, but he always did matchmaking intentionally or unintentionally.

As a messenger, the little black pigeon travels between the island and Tiandaomen, often bringing books that can help Bai Qinghan heal himself, as well as some unique delicacies outside the customs.

It was said in the letter that Mo Qianlin did it himself, he didn't know who he was giving it to, and he was always doing it in a daze, and seeing his father give it away sneakily, he was about to reveal his secrets several times.

After reading this, Bai Qinghan smiled from ear to ear.

Mo Yanzhen also mentioned in the letter: The brat should have found out, but he still can't believe it.His temperament is down-to-earth and reliable, and Mo Mou never asks him about things that he is not allowed to ask in depth. Presumably, even if Mo Mou is not there, he will not forget to take care of you, a "never met" best friend as instructed.

"The word best friend is really close and distant..."

Bai Qinghan muttered to himself, he didn't notice the details of Mo Yanzhen's near death revealed between the lines, it was after that that he received several items from the little black pigeon but couldn't see the hand letter that made him suspicious.

He didn't dare to reply to the letter without authorization, for fear that he would betray Mo Yanzhen's good intentions by revealing that he was still alive.Until one day, handwriting that he was all too familiar with appeared on the letter from the little black dove.

"My late father drove west on a crane, and I will take care of you, a dear friend whom I have never met."

He clutched the letter, tears streaming down his face, but he didn't know whether it was the condolences to the Dao Sect Master, or the guilt of keeping that person in the dark.

From then on, he began to work hard to restore his skills. Every time he went up, he would ask the little black pigeon to bring some special products of the island to Mo Qianlin, or a few brightly colored bird eggs, or some rare The number of strange fruits varies, which represents the status quo of his skill.

Always doing these childish things unconsciously, Bai Qinghan didn't expect Mo Qianlin to find anything out of it, but every time that person sent a letter, he would always thank him for giving him such and other gifts, and congratulate him on his great skills Diligent.

That was the happiest and happiest period of Bai Qinghan's life.

He even thought that in the eyes of the world, he is a dead person. In the past so many years, it doesn't matter whether a Bai Qinghan comes out of the rivers or lakes again. If one day he decides to leave this isolated island, he hopes...

He hopes to return to Mo Qianlin's side with another identity, completely abandon everything he once carried, and stay with him regardless of worldly views.

What a beautiful idea, Bai Qinghan has already admitted his feelings for Mo Qianlin, no longer deceiving himself, and no longer evading.

But he is obviously not the only one suffering from lovesickness. After his father passed away, Mo Qianlin, who inherited the position of the suzerain of Tiandaomen, has been under a lot of pressure. There is no one around him who can be trusted. These and other complaints are often written on the letterheads that come.

Looking at the handwriting that looked scribbled because of his confusion, Bai Qinghan seemed to have seen Qianlin, a young man who always liked to complain about his father being too strict. Love and truth, words bold and sincere.

However, every time he finished writing, he always let out a long sigh, threw the letter paper into the fire, and burned it to a handful of ashes.

Extravagant hope is just a delusion after all, he knows that if he takes that step, he will never turn back.

Finally one day, the letter he received raised the question that he was least willing to face, and also the question he was most looking forward to seeing.

Mo Qianlingong's neat handwriting clearly wrote: "I want to talk to you about the person I once loved deeply, but was forced to pass by. If you don't want to, you don't have to turn to the bottom. It's my own words."

This day is still here, Bai Qinghan is actually very afraid of seeing Mo Qianlin's evaluation of himself, he folded the letter paper and put it close to his heart, wanting to read it when he put it down completely, but because of this paper letter He didn't care about practicing, and he didn't mean to reply at all.

The little black pigeon became anxious and lost its temper, fluttering and flying around him. Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, it went back frustrated.

At that time, Bai Qinghan didn't know the chaos, his long hair was caught on the sharp nails of the little black pigeon, and it flew back outside the gate with a strand of silver hanging like that. When Mo Qianlin saw it, he understood everything.

He couldn't wait to write a letter and asked if he was the person he missed the most. If he would give himself a chance, he would take him back to Dao Zong Haosheng to take care of him, so that no one would hurt him.

When Bai Qinghan received the letter, although he didn't know what went wrong for him to discover his identity, he wanted to resign himself to fate. Since he found out, there was nothing he could do about it. In addition, he had also thought about being with that person desperately before, but It is better to let nature take its course.

So he wrote a reply letter for the first time, in which he admitted that he was Bai Qinghan, and stated that he was willing to leave the island with him and return to the sect together.

But the world is unpredictable, he watched the little black dove fly far away, a majestic sea eagle flew out from nowhere and shot down the defenseless little black dove, Bai Qinghan immediately rushed into the sea to compete with the sea eagle for the seriously injured little black dove Black Pigeon, he almost died because of poor water quality.

He brought the little black dove back to the island, and the little black dove struggled in his palm. He wiped the blood from the dove's beak, but he was unable to heal its injury, and watched the little black dove die in his arms.

He suddenly burst into tears, crying so desperately for the first time in his life, his heart disease relapsed, and he collapsed on the shore, only to wake up after a long time.

He buried the little black pigeon on the north side of the island, which is the place with the best scenery on the island and the place closest to home. The small soil bag carried too many memories of his past.

He sat in front of the little black pigeon's grave and looked at the sea and the sky for a long time, knowing that his fate with Mo Qianlin ended here, and the heavens still forbid him to act recklessly, only to harm others and himself.

He took out the letter that he had collected carefully. The paper was soaked by the sea water, and the ink was smudged black, but miraculously left a faint, glowing imprint. It turned out that Mo Qianlin had long been worried that the letter would be damaged. , deliberately wrote a love letter with spiritual power.

Mo Qianlin said in the letter: "When we first met, he was a fairy in trouble, and I was a dandy."

Bai Qinghan smiled, such an apt description deserves to be him.

There is no alienating Mandarin, and the person's words are always so kind.

"He was lying in a pool of blood, which was particularly eye-catching in the white snow all over the ground. I saw him from a long distance away. When I picked him up, he was still vomiting blood. This made me feel distressed... His pulse was very weak, and the beating speed was very fast. It's also very weird. The doctor of the sect said that he was born with a heart disease, and he was able to live until now because he was only supported by one breath. Maybe it's not good to say that, but I was really thinking at the time... If I could be the one who supported him to live He will definitely live a happier life."

"Because of the medicine, his memory has become bad, and he always forgets who I am. I told him again and again that my name is Qianlin, and said that he took the name for me, but it's not like that...that's just He clung to my hand tightly while he was asleep, and called Qian Lin. I thought it would be good to pretend to be the person he likes, at least it would make him happy, right? As long as I can accompany him, even I can replace anyone, I don’t care at all. Later I found out that Qian Lin was a rabbit he used to raise. It was black and cute, but it accidentally strayed into the forest and froze to death. I have kept pets..." "He is older than me, my father asked me to call him Uncle Yi, but in private I still call him Qinghan, sometimes he would frown and say it's against the rules, so I threatened him that if I didn't call him, I would call him Qinghan." Take him down the mountain to play, in order to eat some mortal flower cakes, he is reluctant or has to compromise. Speaking of this... my friend, your taste is similar to his. He used to like to eat chestnut cakes, glutinous rice balls, and milk Fudge, and even though he can’t eat spicy food, he still loves the chicken feet with pickled peppers that I brought from Wushandu. His eyes were tearful and his lips were red, and he couldn’t bear to let it go. I think you must like it, so I asked him again. Someone brought some for you, you have a taste."

"I practiced qigong and went crazy, my meridians reversed and I almost died. I didn't know what I did during the crazy days. When I opened my eyes, I found that I had done unreasonable things to him. He comforted him with his purest spiritual flow. I was restless, but because my spiritual flow that didn't match his spirit rushed into my body, causing my exercises to collapse. I have always felt guilty about this, and I always wanted to make up for him, but one day, he disappeared without a word gone."

"When my father rescued him, he discovered that his physique was different from ordinary people. In order for me to practice the supreme sword art to the top, my father left him as a curse at the Tiandaomen. As expected by his old man, I went crazy , he came in handy, my father forced him to be locked up in a deep valley with me who was mad, and I did something irreparable to him for half a month. Knowing all this, I want to apologize to him, for my father I apologize for his unreasonableness and my ignorance, knowing that I don't deserve to be forgiven, I would like to spend the rest of my life doing my best to make up for the harm he suffered, but he... didn't give me a chance."

"He left, like a snowflake falling silently into the mud to moisten everything, disappearing without a sound, as if his existence was just a beautiful dream like an illusion. A cold letter announced his death to me. Looking for him, apologizing to him, and making up for my father's mistakes have become extravagant hopes. He is really unfeeling, hates me so much, and even refuses to see me for the last time... I think it over, wait until I After death, when Izumi meets him again, no matter whether he is willing or not, I am willing to bear the karma of my whole life for him, just for him to be happy and happy in the next life, even if the price is that I will never enter reincarnation."

Looking at the calm sea, Bai Qinghan let out a long sigh, tore the torn letter paper into pieces, and scattered them in the wind.

"Xiaohei is gone, so I will go to see you in person. If you keep silent, how will I know your deep affection? When you tell me in person in the future, I will end this half-life lonely journey and stop at By your side, enjoy the boundless tranquility for the rest of your life."

I met you ten years ago, and ten years later, I met you again.

The author has something to say: online dating teenager Mo Qianlin x Bai Qinghan hahaha, relying on words to maintain their relationship is simply the status quo of online dating.

Thank you for reading the text of the little cute duck!