Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Xuannan had a suffocating dream, returning to his youth, experiencing the tragedy of his father's tragic death, and seeing his elder brother dying on the execution platform.

Seeing blood and tears in his father's eyes, he stretched out his hand and asked him, "Why? You clearly promised to take good care of him, why did he go to hell before you?!"

He also saw his brother, who was soaked in blood, grabbing himself with bloody hands that were pierced, and shouted: "I died so badly, come and accompany me, it's so cold down here, come and accompany me!!"

Waking up from the dream, he was truly alone.

He opened his eyes in a daze, without focus, and tears flowed unconsciously.

A clear voice entered his ears, awakening his long-sleeping reason.

"The first thing I do when I wake up is to cry, you are too shameful."

He wiped away the tears and squinted his eyes to see the man in white who was facing away from him.

Mistaking it for Bai Hong, he stretched out his hand, wanting to get closer, but found that the person was much thinner and not him.

With undisguised disappointment, Xuannan sighed, "I should have thought of it, he never called me Xuannan."

Bai Qinghan was still detached and cold, without the slightest pity, he opened his eyes and told him a cruel fact.

"I'm going to bring Zhezhou back to Lingxue Palace."

"But he's not yet seven..."

"That's true, but you don't have the ability to protect him. Rather than letting him live in danger, Lingxue Palace is safer."

XuanNan wanted to refute something, but there was no way to refute.

Xiao Zhezhou came running and stood beside his bed, frowning and saying nothing, his face was like a bun.

Xuannan took his little hand, "Why this expression, don't you want to go back?"

"No, I want you."

His smirk immediately froze on his face, and when he looked at Bai Qinghan, his eyes were pleading.

The latter shook his head helplessly, "Do you know where this is."

"I don't know."

"You know how long I fell asleep."

"...I don't know."

The man slowly opened his eyes, this was the first time Xuannan saw the whole picture of Bai Qinghan's blue eyes, like the snow and ice hidden deep in the Northland.

"Taoxijian in the East China Sea, I brought you here, and you have slept for seven days. Your body is getting worse every day. Following you, his situation will only become more dangerous."

He pointed at Xiao Zhezhou, seeing that Xuannan couldn't bear to put the child in danger, so he forced him to recognize the reality again and again.

"Xuannan, your heart disease is fatal! He stays by your side like a bloodthirsty beast that will go mad at any time. You are just a delicious ration for him, that's all! He will take advantage of your danger Devouring you, watching yourself being gnawed away by him, is it better to feel the last bit of it?"

"This is what I owe him... I owe him a soul, and it's only natural to pay him back."

"Stupid! You don't love yourself, and don't let him become a monster that will attack your master, you will regret it!"

"I've already regretted it, Qinghan..."

Xuannan suddenly burst into tears, so that Bai Qinghan who was at a loss quickly let him go, and let him hug Xiao Zhezhou who was also at a loss.

"I shouldn't have awakened Bai Hong, it was my fault, I was too selfish, and I regret it too..."

Bai Qinghan endured it for a long time before saying: "I'm doing it for your own good..."

"I understand, but I don't want to give up... Can you let me go back to Lingxue with you..."

"Lingxue Palace has complex forces, and even I don't know what to do in the future... The reason why I sent you to Taoxijian is to hope that you can heal your wounds here. Patriarch Yikui said that you have a talent for healing, and you practice here , we will meet again in the future if we are destined, why rush for a while."

These words also became XuanNan's advice to himself in the following years.

He accepted Bai Qinghan's kindness and stayed in Taoxi to practice healing techniques, and after learning the magic method to relieve heart disease, he returned to the Buddhist sect.

Afterwards, Master Du E was passed away, and Master Xu Yun succeeded to the head of the Buddhist sect, so Xuannan had a false return. One day he walked down the Lixue Pavilion to steal a supper, that is, that night, Lianhua came to the world.

He had great expectations for Lord Fahua, who had the ability to fight against Emperor Zun, so he did everything he could to help the man regain his original body and spiritual power.

Master Xu Yun asked him: "Are you taking advantage of his thoughts?"

"The little monk just sympathized with him."

"Then have you ever thought about the future?"

XuanNan shook his head and said: "The old monk's words are wrong. The young monk has no future and doesn't need a future. But after a long time, the Buddhist sect will not be peaceful."

Master Xuyun was helpless, staring at the change in Xuannan's expression, he hesitated.

"Compared to Lingxue Palace, the difficulties of the Buddha Sect are not worth mentioning."

The man immediately changed his face, "What happened to Lingxue Palace?"

"I got the news yesterday that Daoxuan Master Bai Qinghan of Lingxue Palace...has turned into a feather."

Sudden bad news, no grief, just feeling illusory dazed.

Xuannan asked in a daze, "Bai Yige...why did he die?"

"Lingxue Palace only said that it was a relapse of heart disease, and the poor monk has sent nothingness to express condolences."

"Don't let him go to Lingxue Palace, he will destroy Baihong! Call him back quickly!!"

XuanNan, who suffered from a relapse of heart disease due to the blow, pressed his wrenched chest, a line of redness protruded from the corner of his mouth.

"I have to... see it with my own eyes before I believe it!"

But even going to Lingxue Palace, it still couldn't change the fact that Bai Qinghan was dead.

Most of the people who came to express their condolences were to cater to Bu Nian'an, who was about to become the master of Lingxue Palace. A funeral was turned into a happy event, and no one cared about why the true heir of that sect died.

XuanNan was out of place in it, so he simply went back to the courtyard where he and Xiao Zhezhou lived together, the snow was already deep here, it looked dilapidated and dilapidated, and the building was empty.

He stood in the snow for a long time, recalling the past, sometimes sighing, and sometimes smiling.

At some point, the sound of footsteps on the snow came from afar.

"Master, you are indeed here."

It is Bu Nian'an, the old fox, who is no different from the past, and will always look like a gentleman among men.

"Master Xuannan, I haven't seen you for many years. Your appearance has not changed, but you have obtained the law of longevity?"

"No way, if I get this good deed, I will definitely share it with..."

He paused for a while, and Bu Nian'an looked at him with a smile, and thought it was a flattery, but unexpectedly his words changed.

"We must share it with Bai Yige, so that he can be freed from the torture of the disease as soon as possible. But the little monk still missed it, sin, sin..."

Bu Nian'an is good at hiding his thoughts, pretending to be sad and wiping away his tears, pretending to be a forced smile.

"Master, Daoxuan's fact is helpless. After all, we are not immortals, and we cannot escape life, old age, sickness and death. This heart disease has haunted him for many years. Although I don't want to let it go, but... the thought of him getting out of torture as soon as possible is some comfort."

"Little monk and Bai Yige have been friends for many years, and I still want to see him again, just once."

"This...according to Daoxuan's last wish, he has been buried quickly, and he does not want to be disturbed."

Of course, Bu Nian'an didn't expect such tricks to deceive fools, so he immediately changed the subject.

"Actually, there is another matter in inviting Master here today, which is related to Zhezhou."

When it came to Bai Zhezhou, XuanNan rubbed his rosary uneasily, thinking about how to ask questions properly.

"To be honest, since Daoxuan brought him back to Lingxue Palace, all these years...he has never grown up."

The rosary fell to the ground, the thin thread broke, and with a crisp sound, it was scattered all over the ground.

Xuannan stared blankly at Bu Nian'an, as he said, it would only be Bai Hong in child form who fell silent again.

During the years he was away, what did that person go through...

"Little monk...can I meet him?"

His wish was fulfilled, Bu Nian'an allowed him to meet Bai Zhezhou.

That person is still the same as Taoxijian when he left, his height has not grown at all, and his appearance has not changed.

He happily went to find someone, but Xiao Zhezhou turned a blind eye to him and went out without him.

Thinking that he lost his temper, XuanNan followed him with a hippie smile to make him happy, took out his favorite snacks in the past, waved them in front of his eyes, but he didn't see him reaching for them.

"It's my fault that I didn't come to see you these days. Don't be angry. I'm here to make amends for you. If you continue to be angry, I will be sad."

Xiao Zhezhou still didn't respond at all, Xuannan was puzzled.

Bu Nian'an sighed again and again, "Master, this is the difficulty I'm talking about. Since he returned to Lingxue Palace, he has changed. Not only did he grow up, he turned a blind eye to the existence of anyone, as if he was the only one left in his world. one person."

"How could this be..."

"Now that Daoxuan is not here, the only person who can help him is you, Master."

Although Bu Nian'an has plans, as long as Bai Zhezhou is still valuable, he can't let go.After Bai Qinghan's death, this was the key for him to control the power of Daoxuan's lineage. How could such a shrewd old fox let go of this piece of fat so easily?

This is a deal, but also a contest. Xuannan knew he was at a disadvantage, and he met Bu Nian'an's needs.

He tried to influence Xiao Zhezhou, and even overdrawn his spiritual power to relieve his illness, but unfortunately it was fruitless.

At night, he woke up with angina pectoris. He was almost suffocated and turned sideways with difficulty, trying to press his chest to relieve the severe pain, but he felt a soft bun paralyzed on his body, and his small body protected his seriously injured body. Heart, helpless tears.

The man's tears showed a bluish luster under the moonlight, which was very similar to the spirit stone adorned in the heart of Baihong Jian.

He cried, tears streaming down his chest, relieving the pain.

XuanNan held his small face and kissed him lightly.

just face.

No matter how much, he didn't have the courage to go deep.

He said, "Bai Hong, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged..."

The little guy hugged him, protecting his heart, and refused to let go even if he pulled him.

After thinking about it, Xuannan chose the latter between his feelings and Bai Hong's choice. He would rather die alone and want him to live a peaceful life.

He cruelly used ecstasy to erase Bai Zhezhou's memory again, making that person completely forget that in the first few years of his life, there was a person who stayed with him every step of the way to spend the lonely and boring time.

After doing all this, Xuannan regretted it.

"It's cruel to make you forget again and again, but I have no other choice, please forgive me for being so selfish..."

He hugged the sleepy little Zhezhou and cried for a long time, even naively thinking, if this ecstasy was used on himself, would he be able to forget all the greed, hatred and ignorance in the world.

When you wake up in the morning, everything will be back to normal.

Xuannan handed the small Zhezhou into Bu Nian'an's arms, and left resolutely.

This farewell is another few years.

He once thought that the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng would end his life and never see that person again.

However, things backfired, he was forced by nothingness, had no choice but to leave the Buddhist sect, and became a partisan of the demon wandering around the world of cultivation.

A chance encounter with Yun Wuleng, the man recognized him, and talked about the past with him, full of regrets, but not lacking in hope for the future.

"Master is not here, you still have us, just like Wuyu and I have been bereaved for many years and have been waiting for you. The world is cruel, but it is not cruel to one person, just like the warm sun is warm, it is not only gentle to one person."

There is nothing worthy or unworthy, nothing worthy or not, there is only one life, one life, a couple.

Xuannan traveled all over the world, he secretly assisted Tingyu Tower, and helped Yu Fuchen go to Kunlun to rescue Feng Changhuan after he came down from the mountain. Liu Changting asked him after a long absence: "I have been away from the fairyland for many years, do you want to come back?"

He smiled lightly, "There are too many unbearable pasts here, staying here is just sad in vain, not as happy as wandering!"

As he spoke, he waved his hands chicly, as if he had really become such a carefree and happy person in the words.

After all, he wasn't born for fighting, and he got injured after a few times of helping each other. Thanks to this, he thought of relying on Yu Fuchen, and took advantage of the trend to go to Xuemi City to be pampered and spend some leisure time.

Others only know that Xuannan's friendship with Feng Changhuan and Yu Fuchen's master and disciple started from the Buddhist sect, but they don't know that as early as Jiuchongtian, he witnessed the most miserable life of these unrelated brothers.

In the past, Bai Hong would always criticize him for being abnormal, saying that he squatted in the pavilion peeping at other people's lives when he was free, like a lunatic.

"How can this be called a lunatic? I have been separated from my elder brother since I was a child, and I don't know how other brothers get along. Let's see what's wrong?"

Xuannan suddenly realizes that maybe he has been looking for his missing childhood from others, which is pitiful and pathetic.

After being raised in Xuemian City for a while, he can be regarded as returning to the days when he opened his mouth before dinner, and it is so uncomfortable to have someone take care of him!until one day...

One day, a young man in white knocked open the gate of the Prince's Mansion, walked up to him, bowed and said to him, "Holy Monk, I have finally found you."

I was pleasantly surprised for a moment.

Surprised that after so many years, we will meet again by fate.

The joy is that after being separated for so many years, he purposely seeks out him once.

At this time, Bai Zhezhou has recovered Bai Hong's adult figure. He suppressed his excitement and wanted to hug him several times, but he was afraid of frightening him, so he put on the momentum of a Taoist Buddha, folded his hands and bowed slightly towards the person. .

"The benefactor doesn't need to see outsiders, just call the little monk Xuannan."

"So, the holy monk told me to break the boat."

Xuannan was a little stunned, the two looked at each other and quickly laughed.

Just like when he always wanted Bai Hong to call him master, Bai Hong never changed his mind and only called him Cang, or A Cang who was closer to him when he was happy.

The reunion with Bai Zhezhou was unexpected, and he talked with that person by candlelight at night, and learned many facts that he never knew.

For example, after Bu Nian'an became the master of Lingxue Palace, Bai Zhezhou, the eldest son of the Bai clan, was not treated fairly. After Bai Qinghan died, no one gave him serious guidance on his sword skills.

For example, Feng Changhuan and Yu Fuchen went to Lingxue Palace to take refuge, but were framed by the elders of the sect, and risked their lives in the north.

Another example……

Bai Zhezhou used copper scissors to poke at the scorched wick, blowing away a wisp of green smoke, and smiled at the man.

"Master asked me to tell you that he is back."

Xuannan's hand holding the candlestick trembled, almost knocking over the candle, Bai Zhezhou held his wrist to stabilize his movement, then realized that his behavior was wrong, raised his eyes timidly, and met Xuannan's reddish eyes , immediately stopped, and said in a low voice: "Sorry..."

"This joke is not funny at all..."

Bai Zhezhou froze for a moment, realized that he was talking about Bai Qinghan, and smiled at him, "I didn't lie to you, Master, he really came back."

No matter what, it is good for people to live, Xuan Nan sighed that there is justice in this world, it will not kill all the good people, and it will not allow the wicked to gain power for too long.

That night, he didn't let the white boat go away.

When it was almost dawn, he blew out the candle, coaxed the man to come to the bedside under the pretext of dealing with the injury, and repeated the old trick.

When he woke up, Bai Zhezhou felt refreshed, and his spiritual power, which had been almost exhausted for many years, was recharged. How could he not be suspicious if he was so shrewd?

He knew that doing such a thing was not worthy of extravagant expectations, out of the desire to escape, Bai Zhezhou left in a desperate manner, and when Xuannan woke up, he found that his legs were numb due to the cold bed, and he also guessed this would be the result.

He put on his monk's robe, wiped his shiny bald head, and when he opened the door, he faced a familiar face full of shyness and guilt.

"I... want to come to apologize, and also want to... say goodbye."

Seeing that his luggage was packed, XuanNan grinned and said boldly: "You look like this, I can't even tell who was fucked last night."

"Holy monk!!"

"Well... I'm talking nonsense, but you don't need to have any pressure, the fate between us was destined as early as a hundred years ago."

Xuannan took Bai Zhezhou's hand and interlocked his fingers. "If you think it's not enough, I can return to vulgarity."

Bai Zhezhou couldn't help wondering how he got stuck on this kind of dog skin plaster.

Under Xuannan's persuasion, Bai Zhezhou never mentioned anything about that night.

In the first few days, he did not dare to get close to Xuannan, but the more he avoided, the more Xuannan chased him, and his mind began to wander in the entanglement, and finally Xuannan assimilated him into a lunatic like him .

During those days, his spirit was very unstable, and he often lost his mind, and there were fragments in his mind that had nothing to do with him, but seemed to be fragments of his own experience.

He saw bloodstains on his palm, holding a sharp long sword, kneeling under the rain, screaming hoarsely...

He saw the snow falling all over the sky, a young man whose chest was pierced by a sharp knife fell in a pool of blood, with a contented smile on his face, he stretched out his hand towards him...

he sees...

He saw Xuan Nan.

He saw Xuannan hugging his young self across mountains, rivers, and marshes, through cold, summer, spring and autumn. Those magnificent and beautiful scenery were all the past that he cherished carefully all his life.

"What kind of entanglement does your past have with me?"

"It's nothing, just passing by."

"What a passerby."

"Otherwise, what answer do you want to get? I loved you so much that I couldn't get it, so I've been hunting you for life and death? This story is too bloody, and it's not suitable for iron-blooded men like us."

Also because of Xuannan's avoidance of talking about it, Bai Zhezhou's feelings for him have always been tepid, neither close nor too distant from him.

What really changed Bai Zhezhou's mind was that after Yu Fuchen and Feng Changhuan returned to Xuemi City, the voodoo monsters that were causing trouble killed the common people, causing the emperors of all realms to be stained red by the sea of ​​blood.

Facing the cruel reality, Bai Zhezhou faced the most evil people in the world, and almost gave up his heart in the choice.

Xuannan persuaded him: "Don't worry, people are selfish and conceited despicable species. If it wasn't for their sins, they would all be able to ascend to heaven and become immortals. Don't try to change them. It's not good to humiliate yourself, unless you want to feel the pain of the world.”

Bai Zhezhou bandaged Xuannan's bloody wrist, "I didn't understand the meaning of the saint you mentioned just now, but now I seem to understand."

XuanNan didn't take it seriously, "I made it up to deceive fools, there are no saints, they are just a group of vulgar people with a false noble appearance, the evil in their bones is the same, how can there be a special case where everyone is drunk and you are sober? "

"But your blood can imprison Gu Yao. I don't believe it if you say it's no different from ordinary people."

"This is indeed a bit of a mystery. I am a descendant of the Cang clan in Kunlun. The Cang clan has forged swords for many years. The sword energy stained on my body can make evil spirits fear. And I have three heart-protecting soul nails left by a certain sword spirit in my body. The anger is even worse, and it is expected to be able to exorcise the demon."

"Heart-protecting soul nail? This sword spirit must have a very close relationship with you. Only when you love deeply, will you leave your life-saving thing and give it to you."

"you're right……"

Xuannan moved closer to him, leaning against his neck, followed by a long sigh.

"I firmly believe that he loves me, and he still loves me to this day..."