Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"If you want to understand the Cang family, you must first understand Cang Tianhe. He is not the first descendant of the Cang family who died because of Jiuchongtian, nor will he be the last, but he is the one who has the greatest influence on the cultivation world among us."

Xuannan unbuttoned his monk's robe in public, and people immediately noticed the ink-colored and gold-painted Coiling Dragon totem on his shoulders and arms.

Feng Changhuan murmured: "Cang's imprint..."

"The descendants of the Cang family will be branded with this brand from birth, proving that they will be trapped in the Kunlun Snow Mountain all their lives. Only the Cangtian River is an accident."

Xuannan stretched out his hands, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and the palms were full of old scars from knife cuts.

"Swords are spiritual things. If you want to control them, you must first swear by blood. So every swordsmith of the Cang clan must do this. What's more, in order to penetrate into the spirit, they will penetrate their bodies with sharp swords."

Yu Fuchen shuddered, and let out an extremely disgusted "Hey...".

"At first, I thought casting swords was quite interesting, but now it seems that you are clearly a group of perverts!"

XuanNan deliberately pretended not to understand and nodded, "Yeah, Cang Tianhe, as the Creator, fell in love with the creatures, he is simply a pervert!!"

Now everyone stopped talking, even Feng Changhuan stopped pouring tea, the warm soup spilled over the rim of the cup and burned Yu Fuchen's leg, he cried out in pain, and the man hurriedly wiped off the water marks for him .

For some reason, seeing him bowing his head between his knees, Yu Fuchen felt an urge to lower his head.

The evil hand just stretched out, before touching the person, XuanNan slapped him back.

"My little monk sees that you are a pervert, and you are still seriously ill!!"

In his subsequent narration, everyone learned Cang's unknown secret.

It seems that sword casting is just a process of mining rough stones, casting, grinding, and tempering, but there is a branch of the Cang family that focuses on repairing swords and serving Emperor Tianyao.

As we all know, Emperor Jiuchongtian only loves to collect famous artifacts in the world all his life, and quenches his spiritual energy to endow him with a brand new sword spirit, creating a sword spirit that can be used by him.

Swords and swords in the world are nothing but mortal things, and Cang's mission is to awaken the sleeping souls in them besides repairing them.

To make it easier for people to understand, Xuannan pulled out a pair of palm-sized pistols from his sleeves, the surface was already rusted, and there were still mottled blood stains, which looked quite old.

He rubbed off the thick rust marks with fine sandstone, and after a while, the two swords returned to their former coldness.

"The pair were handed over to me after the death of their master. They haven't slept for thousands of years, so it's easier to wake them up."

He turned his hands around to hold the blade, and was immediately dripping with blood.

He spread his palms again, and the dual knives hung in his hands with the spiritual power that came from nowhere, greedily sucking his blood, the more he sucked, the more glaring the sharpness.

Due to the loss of blood, Xuannan seemed to be out of spirits, and he blew on the two sabers, slowing down the speed at which the sword spirit sucked his blood.

"I'm going to fall into a deep sleep again eventually, don't drink too much, I'm afraid you will lose sleep."

Xuannan flicked the blade, and there was a clear and loud sound, and suddenly two green smoke rose from it, and after they took human form, they turned out to be a pair of beautiful women who looked exactly the same.

Seeing that there were many people present, Jianling hid behind Xuannan and peeked out, chatting with each other in a language that ordinary people could not understand.

Seeing the half-exposed breasts against Xuannan's shoulders, Feng Changhuan was afraid that he would spoil his wolf, so he quickly covered his eyes to prevent him from looking around.

"The owner of these pair of breasts is Cang Tianhe."

Yu Fuchen frowned, "Could it be that Cang Tianhe is a scum of the Cang family who is obsessed with women?"

Hearing his words, the sword spirit rushed to Yu Fuchen in an instant, bared its teeth and cursed for hurting people, but fortunately Xuannan took them back in time, forcibly put the sword spirit body into the blade body, and sealed it with the scabbard.

So far, the beauty sword spirit is still not reconciled, the two knives kept shaking on the table, trembling.

"You shouldn't talk about this past. They have been regretting that they should not wake up from a long slumber for killing their master with their own hands. To be honest, this pair is the first sword spirit awakened by Cang Tianhe."

The Cang Tianhe that Xuannan spoke of was a vigorous, handsome young man who wandered in the world of cultivation and spent the happiest youth without any worries.

Yu Fuchen interrupted, "Wait, as you said, the Cang clan was born with a heavy fate, how can it be carefree and happy?"

"When he was born, there was a vision. The Cang family believed that his fate was extraordinary. The patriarch couldn't bear that such an extraordinary him would also become a tragedy under the rule of Jiuchongtian, so he was sent to the people to hope that he would spend his life in peace. This is what is missing in him. The reason for the ink dragon tattoo. Unfortunately, he still has not escaped his fate..."

Cang Tianhe, who couldn't find the name of the Cang family, is just a passer-by in the world. He is unrestrained and carefree. Haruka hand-picked him and personally cultivated his abilities.

Ever since he tempered his soul, his talent was out of control, and Di Tianyao, who believed deeply in him, handed him a broken blade and ordered him to forge it in three years.

"That's the broken snake."

XuanNan silently mourned the deceased relatives and friends, sighed long and put the weeping breasts back into his sleeves.

"Cang Tianhe is the most outstanding branch of the Cang family. He has never forged a sword in his life, and only uses the purest blood to awaken the heroic spirit who fell asleep a long time ago."

Broken Snake is a broken blade, and Di Tianyao once thought it was useless against an ancient sword that had long since died. Only Cang Tianhe knew at first sight that he was absolutely extraordinary.

Cang Tianhe is the only spiritual summoner of the Cang family who endowed the sword spirit with life. He awakened Broken Snake with his life as a bet, and created a unique spirituality for him with the sword body that was broken in two, so that even if Broken Snake was shattered many times, They can piece together spiritual energy from the wreckage, die in battle again and again, and come back to life again and again.

"It was he who forged the immortal body for Broken Snake, but he himself couldn't escape death."

Because of his extraordinary affection for Broken Snake, Cang Tianhe betrayed Emperor Tianyao and wanted to steal Broken Snake, but how could one person fight against the sky?

Cang Tianhe, who was wandering in the world again, was once frustrated and desperate, but he cheered up and founded Tingyulou to work in secret, permeating his energy into every corner of Xiujie, just to get back the Broken Snake.

Xuannan's evaluation of him was only a short sentence.

"He never showed up, but he was connected to everyone."

Until later, Cang Tianhe was personally executed by Broken Snake, crucified Qimai with a gun, and died of blood.

After that, the world fell silent, and Broken Snake lost the master of the soul, and he hasn't shown up for many years.

"The Lord of Souls?"

"It is to awaken him from the dead, to give him the master of his soul, not his owner."

Xuannan pointed to Bai Zhezhou who was still awake, "Because of Cang Tianhe's experience, I no longer hide his past. To be honest, he is Bai Hong among the Nine Sword Spirits. I have hidden him in Lingxue Palace for many years. He has changed many identities, such as Bai Aoshi, such as Bai Zhezhou. I can change his form at will, be it an old man, or a young boy, as long as I can protect him, no matter the cost, I am willing to give it a try. "

He thinks he is protecting the common people all the time, but he is actually a selfish scum.

Xuannan said again: "Walking into the Cangtian River on the execution ground will be the end of this little monk not long after. As you can see, when he went mad, he didn't recognize his relatives and could not distinguish between good and evil, that's why Bai Qinghan handed him back to this little monk. It is this little monk who protects him." His task is the destiny of this little monk.”

He looked at the new wounds on his hands with a complicated expression, a tenderness intertwined with relief, regret, and a trace of anxiety.

Yu Fuchen had never seen such a Xuannan, or an unknown descendant of the Cang family.

Everyone was silent, only Feng Changhuan asked, "Cang Tianhe has recovered the name of the Cang family, and you should also be remembered. How do you want Bai Hong to call his soul master in the future?"

Xuannan suddenly laughed.

"It's best for him never to remember the little monk. If the cultivation technique collapses after the little monk's death and his memory recovers, then...he will remember my name."

Later, avoiding others, when Yu Fuchen went to see Xuannan late at night, the weak and powerless demon monk stood by the bed, pulled the unconscious Bai Zhezhou, and smiled at him.

"Smiled."

"You are the patient. He was knocked out at most. How can you stay underground while he is lying on the bed?"

"He needs rest more than the little monk. The little monk doesn't have much time, and he still has a lot of time to sleep in the future, but he can't."

Yu Fuchen snorted, "Does your Cang clan have any unwritten rules?"

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count. It's up to you whether you do it or not. Those who are willing to die in martyrdom are in the minority."

Having said this, Xuannan's expression became gloomy. "But even if they wanted to live, the Cang family was still completely annihilated. It's ironic to leave a young monk with only one seedling and convert to Buddhism."

"Is Yun Wuyu counted?"

"Cangtianhe managed to let his son escape his fate, so don't drag him into the water."

"You don't want to stay behind for the Cang family?"

"I thought about it, but the little monk is not Cang Tianhe. You can be sorry to the Buddha, but you can't be sorry to him."

Satisfaction overflowed in his wry smile, and the blending of two contradictory emotions made people feel sad for no reason.

"Do you... have anything to say to me?"

"Yes, and it must be now. The little monk wants to tell you a long, long story. Maybe after the story is finished, it will be the time when Jiuchongtian will come to take the little monk's life. In case there is no chance to mention it again at that time, you must remember to pick it up." Come down and read every word that the little monk said."

This monk always has his own ghostly ideas, and he didn't give Yu Fuchen a chance to think about it. It was a secret word that stuck to his ear.

Yu Fuchen's complexion became more and more serious, and finally became unbelievable.

"Yun Wuling...you mean him..."

XuanNan put his finger on his lips to signal him to keep silent, shook his head to show that the walls have ears.

"Don't say anything. Only you can do this. Apart from you, don't let anyone else know about it."

As he said that, he slapped Yu Fuchen's back with a palm, and the strong wind blew up, and the hem of the two people's clothes fluttered, and they didn't rest for a while.

Xuannan's legs gave up and he almost knelt on the ground, the last trace of bright red on his face disappeared, and Yu Fuchen knew that he had given up all his skills to save himself.

"Why are you bothering! As long as you are alive, you can do all these things yourself, why do you need to tell me?"

He smiled and said nothing, Yu Fuchen was helpless, and calmly asked: "How did you know this? You have shown that you should not be familiar with matters related to Cang Tianhe. What is the relationship between you and him?" what relationship?"

"Have you been discovered? To be honest, before entering the Buddhist gate, Cang Tianhe... is the twin brother of the little monk."

With such a bloody development, Yu Fuchen stared at Xuannan speechlessly.

"You must not be interested in the old routine of changing lives with substitutes. From the standpoint of the little monk, there is no way to tell the story of Cang Tianhe and Broken Snake, but the past with Bai Hong, the little monk still does not hesitate to talk about it."

"You really just want someone to remember you, don't you?"

"If possible, I would like no one to remember me after my death, including him."

He pointed at the sleepy Bai Zhezhou, and suddenly his eyes were blurred with tears.

"But it can't be done, little monk... I can't let go of that bit of selfishness until I die..."