Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"So what was your name in the past? The protagonist of the story can't have a name, or he was a bald donkey since he was a child?"

"The little monk can't remember his common name, why not call him Cang."

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Cang has a twin elder brother who was born in the Cang family of Kunlun. He is very talented. He caught Zhou in just half a month after he was born. He was sent to the people overnight by his father because he found a handful of old and beautiful cockroaches. This is the story. Start.

Confined to freedom by becoming a stand-in for his elder brother, the young Cang was dissatisfied and often complained to an old tree in the courtyard, believing that his elder brother who was lucky enough to escape the shackles of fate was free, leaving himself alone in a suffocating death situation inside.

"In this life, I was born to suffer for him..."

Cang hugged the jagged old tree, stroked its rough skin, and rubbed his hands sorely.

He lowered his head to look at his bandage-wrapped hands, clenched his fists hard, bloodstains appeared on the plain white cloth, he cried out immediately, hugged the old tree with hands and feet and climbed up, loudly dissatisfied Shout.

"I'm going to be five soon! I'm going to be tattooed with the ink dragon totem at the age of five!! By then...by then, I really can't change..."

Little did he know that all of this was seen by his father.

Before I knew it, there was one more person behind him.

"Do you really think he is out enjoying himself?"

The frightened Cang trembled all over, missed the tree trunk for a while, and fell to a high place with a cry.

Covering his eyes and falling into the firm embrace, Cang opened his fingers and peeped out, and saw his father's cold and expressionless face.

He suddenly thought... maybe it was better to fall to his death just now, at least he didn't have to face his ghost-like father.

Rarely, the father's ever-tense emotions relaxed for a moment, and there was a complex but not disgusting emotion in his eyes.

It wasn't until his father passed away that Cang, who really felt the warmth and warmth of the world, sat in front of his father's grave, that he realized that...it was tenderness.

The father said: "Let's go, I will take you to see him, but you must not make a statement, let alone recognize him, you can only look at him from a distance."

"Why? Father, that's my brother!"

Father Yan sighed, and tightened his hand, pinching his joints, as if he was about to be crushed.

But Cang Yin endured it and didn't make a sound, and didn't cry even when his eye circles were red with pain.

"Father, I don't recognize him anymore. If you don't want to, you don't have to see him."

After a long time, his father put him on the ground, straightened his messy hair, smoothed the folds of his clothes, and pressed his shoulders. He was more serious than ever before, and also...sad?

"Go and see, I... want to see him too."

So, for the first time, Cang followed his father to leave the snow-capped mountains deep in Kunlun Wonderland, and saw beautiful scenery other than the vast expanse of white and extreme cold.

At that time, he still thought that his elder brother can live in such a place with beautiful mountains and green waters, it is simply a paradise on earth, and it is much better than that bitingly cold ice cave.

But after seeing his blood-linked relatives, he changed his mind.

When he saw his elder brother who looked strikingly similar to him from a distance, but was obviously more decadent, wearing plain clothes and trousers, and was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up in the fireworks alley, he felt a pain in his chest and wanted to fight for justice.

But his hand was tightly held by his father, and he couldn't take a step further.

"Father! Don't stop me, they bully my brother! I want to make them look good!!"

Father squatted down, holding him in his arms for the first and only time in his life.

"So what if you go? You are not from this world, and you will return to Kunlun after all. If you can help him for a while, how can you help him forever?"

Cang couldn't see his father's expression hidden behind his back, felt a drop of warmth slip into his neckline, and swallowed back his rebuttal.

Father is... crying?

Cang lowered his eyelids, his tone was sad, and there was a little expectation.

He asked: "Father, if it were me who was bullied there, would you... feel sorry for me?"

The man didn't hesitate at all, "You are my flesh and blood, I don't love you... how can I be a father?"

This sentence alone is enough.

Cang Xin willingly returned to Kunlun with his father, accepted his fate, and was tattooed by his father with the ink dragon totem handed down by the family.

His shoulder and arm were stabbed with blood, and his father was so distressed that he couldn't bear to do it, and he hesitated to speak several times.

Cang pulled out a smiling face, and rubbed his face against his father's hand, smiling playfully.

"Father, this little pain can still be endured. My brother is happy outside, and I am pampered and pampered in the fairyland, so it is even. Don't worry... I will try my best to do everything you want me to do, no matter what , and no complaints."

For this promise, Cang spent a dull and boring childhood in Kunlun.

He has never been interested in making swords, nor does he have the patience to influence souls, as if he is just eating and waiting to die every day.

The father will not reprimand him for being ignorant, as long as the daily homework is completed on time, he will not force this untalented son too much.

Destiny is an interesting thing to say, but if the talents of the eldest son can be distributed to the youngest son, the two of them will not have to suffer so much, and one will be abandoned like a shoe, and the other will not get what they want.

As far as the father is concerned, he only hopes that his two sons can live an ordinary life, and he doesn't expect anything extravagantly, so he never pushes him.

But Cang is unwilling to live a mediocre life. Even if his talent is not as good as others, he still wants to create a world. This is the competitive spirit of young people.

One day, Cang was lying on the branch of an old tree, meditating with a brush in his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, his hands resting behind his head and his legs crossed, looking up at the sky. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he jumped up immediately to draw the idea on the paper.

His drawing skills are not very good, a few crooked lines are pieced together, and the pattern is abstract and funny.

Just when he was hesitating whether this kind of work could be delivered to his father, someone suddenly asked behind him.

"Your idea is very good, have you thought about putting it into practice?"

"No. I was born without the skill of blacksmithing, and sword spirits don't like to communicate with me. There is nothing special about it, and it is useless. My father knows that I don't have this life, so he doesn't force me. This is just a drawing by myself for fun. , you can actually understand??"

When Cang turned around, he was frightened half to death.

He actually forgot that he was sitting on a tall tree, and the other party appeared behind him without a trace or sound, either because of his lightness skills, or...

Staring at the other party's astonishing face, luxurious clothes, and the flamboyant wisps of auspicious clouds under his feet, Cang swallowed his saliva and asked in a daze, "You...are you from the Nine Heavens?"

The man leaped off the high branch, hooked his fingers and swung Cang Ye down. The young man screamed in fright. He thought he was going to fall all over the place, but he landed firmly. Only the book he accidentally threw was scattered into pages. The sky was falling, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

As soon as the other party raised his hand, the blueprint he had just drawn obediently fell into his palm. He nodded his head admiringly, and said to Cang who was still in shock: "Although your talent is not as good as that of ordinary people, you also have abilities that are different from ordinary people. Your father is... "

"I dare not say my father's name, he is the patriarch of our Cang clan."

Cang was a little puzzled when he caught the flash of light in the opponent's eyes.

"Cang Shuying? Wonderful, wonderful..."

No one knew what the magic finger he was referring to, and Cang, who took back the blueprint, felt something was wrong, so he went to ask the elders of the Cang family.

"It's so much taller than me. She always has a smile on her face, making people feel very kind. She wears black clothes with embroidered dragon patterns on it... Yes, it's a totem very similar to the tattoo on my body. It should be Jiuzhong. He came from heaven, he must be an extraordinary person, right?"

The elder shook the hand holding the teacup, and dropped the cup to the ground, so frightened that Cang didn't dare to say any more.

"Yes... it's the Emperor of the Nine Heavens. After so many years, he's here again... That's the tribulation of the patriarch!!"

Cang was pushed aside and heard that the elder was busy arranging for everyone in the clan to stay away from the clan chief's residence, and they were not allowed to approach him for a month. He became suspicious and wanted to ask something, but no one paid him any attention.

There was nothing to do, and the young man was at the age of curiosity, so he wanted to ask his father to find out.

It was already night, and there were no lamps in the room.

Cang carefully controlled his footsteps, and was about to knock on the door to ask, when he heard a suppressed moan from inside the room.

He stopped immediately... even though the key was changed, he still recognized his father's voice.

"You are really courageous. You have been exiled to Xiujie all these years without asking, and you even have a son. Let me tell you... Tell the lonely emperor personally, is this child the lonely emperor's?"

Cang heard his father sneer, "The Emperor is joking, how can a man have children, what do you think of a criminal..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice stopped abruptly.

Cang leaned against the door panel and listened to the movement. Judging from the sound, his father was forced to swallow his unfinished words because his throat was strangled.

"Is it time to ask you what you think of the lonely emperor? People who have been on the dragon couch, whether voluntary or forced, belong to the lonely emperor until death, and you betrayed the lonely emperor."

"I want to inherit the blood of the Cang family! Can't let the Cang family die! When you humiliated me, did you ever think that if I die, there will be no one who can forge a sword and revive your soul!!"

"So you gave the lonely emperor a big gift, a... son who has nothing to do with the lonely emperor."

"So what! You promised me freedom, but you still want to take it back?!"

"Oh, of course not, but reciprocity, Guhuang, I will always give you some surprises..."

Di Tianyao lowered his voice, and a bolt of lightning burst out of the door, grabbed Cang's body and turned into a rope, dragging him into the house.

At this time, his father was already fully clothed, squatting at Di Tianyao's feet in a very humiliating posture, his shoulders were oppressed by invisible force, his two fingertips supporting his body sank into the ground, he would rather die than kneel.

Cang was caught, and his father turned his face away and closed his eyes, not daring to look again. At that moment, Cang saw a flash of despair in his eyes.

Would that strong father, that majestic father, be desperate?

Cang knew that he couldn't look at such a father, he looked down at his hands, swallowed, and then stabbed his eyes with ten fingers.

With the awareness of self-sacrifice, he still failed to fulfill his wish.

The chains containing strong spiritual power hung high on his wrists and dragged him up. Even if he tried to resist, the strength was still as insignificant as an ant.

In front of Cang, Di Tianyao grabbed his father's chin, forced him to turn around, and held him to look at Cang.

"Have you seen your good son? To save your face, he didn't hesitate to destroy his eyes, but do you deserve it?"

The father was speechless, with an expression on the verge of tears, Cang had never seen such a father.

"No... Please, let him go, he is innocent..."

"When you ask for help, you must have the attitude of asking for help."

The father who never bowed his knees to anyone and always stood up proudly still knelt at Di Tianyao's feet.

He lowered his forehead, not daring to look at his son at the side, closed his eyes in humiliation, and bit his lower lip.

Father took off his shirt, his body covered with old scars that never showed to anyone, he grabbed Di Tianyao's clothes in a begging gesture, his voice choked up.

"Di Zun, please... let him go, he is just a child..."

"Cang Shuying, don't you think that this little trick can really fool the lonely emperor?"

Di Tianyao picked up the teacup, and the cold tea soup was so astringent that it was hard to drink, which made him frown.

Holding the teacup in one hand, he rubbed the tip of the other finger against the rim of the cup, and the water surface was steaming again.

He took another sip, but the taste was still unsatisfactory, so he simply poured it all on his father's face, and suddenly became furious.

"How many evil seeds did you give birth to, do you need the lonely emperor to help you remember? Huh?? Do you really think that little ghost in the world can escape? Cang Shuying, you were not so naive in the past."

"Di Zun, it's not that I don't recognize it, it's that I'm not worthy...I'm not worthy to be their father."

Cang Shuying took a deep breath, raised her eyes and looked directly at Di Tianyao. "Leave them alone, please..."

"You who chose to escape and betray you are not qualified to beg. Cang Shuying, you asked for this."

The author has something to say: Emperor Zun, who is so scumbag that both humans and gods are angry, has a role to play again.

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