Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Knowing that his father endured humiliation and even hurt others for his own sake, Bu Yinlou didn't know how to deal with it.

He looked at his father's face with vicissitudes from a distance from the high wall, and understood that he was the culprit who caused everything. If he hadn't insisted on going his own way and made an irreparable big mistake, why would his father have to bear all these for him...

Want to cry, but can't cry.

Looking at Bu Yinlou like this, Ming Sinian took the initiative to hug him and press him on his shoulder.

"It's not shameful to cry at me. I won't laugh at you, just pretend I didn't hear anything."

"But now there are more important things than venting emotions, there is no time to be sad."

Bu Yinlou got up and forced a smile at the man.

"I know you must have no words of consolation, and I don't make it difficult for you. I just want you to point me to a clear path. Should I choose my father, or stick to the right path so far?"

"All."

After Ming Sinian finished speaking, he reiterated, "Feng's law, both of them. If the two contradict, then persuade your father to convert to the right way. We still have a bargaining chip in our hands, and he is not bad."

After hearing this, Bu Yinlou felt some comfort, caressed his face and kissed him gently, and said softly, "You're wrong, it's our father."

Seeing the man's flushed cheeks, Bu Yinlou regained his confidence and had the courage to face the reality. He nodded to Yu Fuchen who was waiting by the side, and calmly squeezed Ming Sinian's thigh.

"When I come back, I will introduce you to my father, and tell us about our relationship openly."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

A promise is worth a thousand words, Buyinlou jumped down the city wall, followed by Yu Fuchen, and the two landed in the open space in front of the city gate one after another, facing the imminent Daoxu forces.

Seeing that it was the young master himself who went into battle in person, the disciples all hesitated and did not dare to act rashly.

The moment the father and son met, Bu Nian'an shook his head again and again, saying that there was nothing he could do.

"Has it finally reached the point where my family beats my own family..."

"Father, I know that you are in a dilemma between two forces. If it is for me, then you don't have to."

"Shut up! You bastard, do you know what you're talking about!!"

"Father...you don't want to harm Master Bai, do you?"

Bu Nian'an was speechless when he asked a single sentence, and Yu Fuchen was also a little confused when he heard it.

"Mr. Bai once suffered from heart disease. You were always so sad that you couldn't speak. Others thought you were gloating. Only I knew that you were really blaming yourself. I guessed that Mr. Bai's illness was not simple, but I didn't Thinking of how helpless you are, now that it's my turn, you can't help yourself. But father, you have controlled me for most of your life, and I don't want you to..."

"Sound Tower!"

"Father, don't insist anymore. We have Granny Meng's bargaining chip and Taoxijian as an ally. It's not hopeless. Don't do these evil things against your will. Father, let go!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere fell into dead silence.

After a long time, Bu Nian'an let out a long breath, "Bastard, you already know..."

"Yes, it's not too late to turn around now, Dad, let go, please!"

Bu Nian'an really couldn't bear Bu Yinlou's begging.

He hesitated to speak, but it should be to clarify the truth and let the other party understand that everything he did was his.

But the child has grown up, and he is no longer the little doll who follows him every day, yelling one after another, asking him in a childish voice, "Why are you always frowning and sighing?"

Is it really possible to get out now?

"Old man Gulan asked me to come here today to bring back Po Meng. If the action fails, you... alas! Your life will be in danger. So what if you violate your conscience? It's not bad to have been with them for so many years Do some evil things again, how can you bet your life as a father?"

At the moment of sensationalism, Yu Fuchen was about to be deeply moved by the love between father and son. Seeing the Daoxu people behind Bu Nian'an, they were also quite moved. Presumably, they were all confidantes who had personally experienced the past, understood Bu Nian'an's embarrassment, and felt sorry for Bu Yin Lou's growth is gratifying.

What broke the deadlock was a butterfly approaching lightly, with a slight blue light, flying around Yu Fuchen in a circle, stopping at his fingertips, and a secret sound came to his ears.

"Chang Huan's interrogation of Granny Meng has made progress. It seems that Young Master Bu's Gu is not difficult, and there is still a way to solve it. I wonder if Bu Zhenren will hesitate after taking this reassurance?"

The moment he heard the good news, Bu Nian'an was ecstatic. He took his son's hand and held it in his palm as if he had lost it. He tried his best to restrain the urge to cry, and looked back at the Daoxu people behind him.

"Everyone, Bumou... don't want to be with Wu Shandu anymore, are you willing to follow Bumou to Xuemiao City, and Lingxue Palace will devote itself to the righteous way and defeat the enemy together?"

These cronies have followed Bu Nian'an for a long time, and most of them have experienced the external troubles and internal troubles of Lingxue Palace, looking forward to the reunion of Daoxuan, Daoxu and Xu, and they quickly accepted the proposal, and they all stood by the side of Xuewu City.

Yu Fuchen looked excitedly at the troops he had collected without spending a single soldier, and was also thinking about how to ask Bai Qinghan to order Daoxuan's forces to go out together while Bai Qinghan was awake. At this moment, an unexpected visitor came quietly.

A man appeared on the high eaves of the city tower at some time, dressed in black and blending into the night, making it difficult for people to detect his existence.

Seeing what happened under his feet, he was a little surprised, but more angry, he gritted his teeth and wanted to leave, but was pushed down from a high place by a sudden heavy blow.

This person is the sword spirit who came to monitor Xueyu City under the order of Emperor Tianyao. Chun Jun, who had never appeared again after explaining to Yu Fuchen to remove the poison of ghost claws from Ming Sinian's body.

The force of this blow is enough for an ordinary person to be kicked and break the spine, and he was hit unpreparedly. Chun Jun reluctantly switched his posture and stayed in the air while falling to a high altitude, so as not to fall to the ground.

On the other hand, the person who attacked him was also dressed in black, deliberately concealing his aura, how could he unleash such astonishing power with his bare hands?The identity must be extraordinary.

Chun Jun quickly noticed the silver light emanating from the man's hands and even the whole body, and smelled a strong fishy smell, which was the unique smell of the mottled rust left by the blood on the treasure, and this man was also a sword spirit!

"Bai Hong? Even if you have a different stand than mine, you shouldn't use sneak attacks."

"Then you seriously injured him, forced him to leave the Buddhist sect, and indirectly sent him to the torture rack to calm the anger of the emperor, is it considered noble?"

Bai Hong's questioning made him speechless.

Jumping down from a high place, Bai Hong stood in front of the crowd, pointed at the gate of the snowy city, and motioned for the crowd to enter the city quickly.

Bu Nian'an, who had used him and felt indebted to him, was hesitant to say anything. He knew he couldn't face such a Bai Hong, and if he didn't say a word of guilt, his conscience would be troubled.

Bai Hong's attitude was extremely indifferent, "Now is not the time. You can't escape what is due, and I will not impose unwarranted crimes on you. Since you are determined to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, then show the attitude you should have."

The moment he looked at Bai Hong, Yu Fuchen knew that some things were already doomed, and it was impossible to reverse them with his own strength, so he said to Bu Yinlou: "Take Bu Zhenren and Daoxu and others to the city and resettle them here. With me."

The latter nodded and followed suit, and soon there were only Bai Hong, Chun Jun, and Yu Fuchen watching the play in the open space outside the city.

"Why don't you leave?"

"I want to see what happens to that sanctimonious nothingness."

One sentence gave Bai Hong enough support and trust. He smiled at Yu Fuchen, wrapped his wrist guards tightly, and then showed his Bai Hong sword, and walked towards Chunjun step by step.

Knowing that a fierce battle is inevitable, Chunjun also draws out his sword to fight him to the death.

Before Cang Zhuyou was ordered to awaken the sword spirit for Di Tianyao, Chun Jun was one of the sword servants under the emperor's seat. At this time, he did not know the characteristics of the Baihong sword spirit, and he only regarded it as a murder weapon bestowed by the emperor with spiritual energy Forget it, nothing to be afraid of, even thinking about how to bring people back to the Nine Heavens to ask for credit and reward.

Bai Hong didn't talk much, he raised his sword to the sky, and attracted a flash of bright light, which made people have to look away to avoid being blinded by the strong light. ray of hope.

Chunjun also showed his weapon to face the person, and the silver and blue sword lights were already fighting in one place in the blink of an eye, and they couldn't see their movements clearly, only the ethereal echo of the sword's collision could be heard.

Yu Fuchen caught a glimpse of a bystander in the distance, and there seemed to be a huge mass under his crotch. He dug his ears and shouted at the person: "Does it sound good? A good sound is a good sword!"

The other party gave him a thumbs up, nodded again and again, expressing that the duel was very enjoyable, and seeing this reaction, Yu Fuchen could guess the identity of the person.

"Mystery Tower, it turns out that you have been secretly observing every move of Xuewu City. Unfortunately, I thought you were hiding in Jiuchongtian and sleeping all day long."

But in just two sentences, the outcome of the battle between the two sword spirits has already been decided. Bai Hong walked towards Yu Fuchen slowly with the Chun Jun sword in hand. Victory over one person.

Even if the soul nail that protected Xuannan's life was taken back, the lost soul can return to the body. After all, it has been withdrawn for many years, and the soul nail is not compatible with the body. The shadow of Fa, it seems that by doing this, he can leave traces of that person, break away from the shackles of the identity of the sword spirit, and become a complete person.

Of course, Bai Hong was not strong enough to completely defeat Chun Jun, and he also left many sword marks on his body, the most striking one was on his face, piercing through the bridge of his nose and almost blinding his eyes.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Yu Fuchen walked slowly behind Bai Hong, who shook his head, took Chun Jun's sword heart and handed it to him, and then walked towards Xuemi City with the long sword that had a much duller luster.

"I don't have the pleasure of getting revenge. I thought that killing Chunjun, the person who once lost to Cang, would relieve my guilt, but no. Cang is no longer here. With so much blood, it is impossible for him to come back, and the distance between me and him will only get farther and farther if I have to bear these killing karma, so what's the point?"

"I can understand that you let Bu Nian'an go?"

"He still has to make atonement for what he has done and save his life. The pain and guilt will continue indefinitely. Killing him will only dirty my hands."

Bai Hong took off her wrist guard, drew a scar on her arm with the Chun Jun sword, and then stabbed the sword deeply into the ground, so that the sword soul retained in the sword body could be merged into the barrier, and the defense of Snow Misty City was once again strengthened.

Yu Fuchen had a vague feeling that after he put eight of the Nine Swords of Yingshen here, he would definitely sacrifice himself for the last one.

Seeing what was on his mind, Bai Hong shook her head and wiped the blood off her face with the back of her hand.

"I do not know."

"Ok?"

"Don't forget, I am a heroic spirit without a sword heart."

Hearing his words, Yu Fuchen seemed to have figured out something, but because he didn't sort out the clues, he couldn't grasp the clue that runs through the whole situation.

Kenshin...

Bai Hong looked up at the sky with a gentle expression he had never seen before.

"As early as the beginning of meeting, I gave Jianxin to him. He kept it carefully and treasured it. Even if he died, he did not return Jianxin to me."

"Could it be that he just returned the soul nail and what he owed you? Is this one of his hundred secrets?"

"For a person as cautious as he is, he must have deduced hundreds of times to arrange such a big game, counting every possibility and turning point. He hid my sword heart because it can control my soul. As long as my sword heart If my heart is with him, I will always be his. You see, how selfish he is. "

If he didn't have the upturned corners of his mouth and unconcealable sweetness in his tone when he complained about Xuannan, maybe Yu Fuchen would really have believed this nonsense.

However, he was also relieved that Bai Hong could get out of the shadows as soon as possible, and the situation set up for Xuannan was slowly ending. Perhaps this was also planned by the demon monk long ago, and even his own people were not spared, it was simply insane.

"Hearing what you said, I just want to give you something."

Flipping through the Qiankun bag, Yu Fuchen took out a mask made of black iron and stained with mottled blood. It was the old Feng Changhuan he got from Buyinlou and blew it away. The dust deposited on it was handed over to Bai Hong.

"As an executioner, walking in the dark night, how could this be missing."

"It looks like a story."

Yu Fuchen nodded, "That's right, it does carry the past that a pair of killer master and apprentice gave to each other. But it's all in the past, now, it belongs to you."

So far, Yu Fuchen still has a lump in his heart.

After finally persuading Bu Nian'an to join Xuemi City, if Bai Hong insists on embarrassing him, will it affect the cooperation between the two parties?

Fortunately, he soon realized that his worries were just superfluous. Bai Hong's nature is gentle and not hostile. Even Bu Nian'an, who had used him to persecute him, did not hold any hatred. On the contrary, he was restless when he saw him Feel guilty.

"Broken boat..."

"Don't be sorry to me. Maybe when I was Bai Zhezhou, I was really dissatisfied with your behavior. Now that I have resumed my identity as Bai Hong, all the grievances and grievances in the past will be wiped out. You should apologize to Cang and Bai Qinghan, and not me."

Bai Hong wrapped the wound on her face with a bandage, and said this with a deadpan face, making people doubtful.

Seeing that Bu Nian'an was a little dazed, Bai Hong pointed to the extreme north where the fairyland was located, and sighed.

"You have been trapped in Baiqing cold and injustice several times, and you have left him with a life-long intractable illness. You should kneel here to make atonement. And Cang died in Kunlun. Even though I destroyed Hangu, I can still vaguely discern that he is buried in his bones." Bu Nian'an, I spare your life, the price is that after this battle, you will guard his spirit for ten years."

The author has something to say: Bai Hong got the mission item: [Mask].

Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~