Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Uncle Yi, I'm Qianlin."

Bai Qinghan opened his eyes, looking at the youthful handsome face of the young man in front of him, his heart throbbed for no reason.

He lowered his eyes to look at the fly whisk in his hand, then stared blankly at the surrounding dense jungle, his mind went blank.

Seeing this reaction, Mo Qianlin knew that he had forgotten himself when he woke up, put down the medicine bowl and touched the man's head, took off a dead leaf stuck between his silver-white hair, and pinched it in his palm lovingly .

"Uncle Yi, do you remember who you are?"

Bai Qinghan shook his head blankly, Mo Qianlin said with a smile: "Your name is Bai Qinghan, and your name is Yige. You are the orthodox heir of Xiujie Lingxue Palace, and you are also Xijun Xue Yechen. You were hunted down by Tingyulou assassins In such a difficult situation, the Heavenly Knife Sect took you in, and I am the young master of the Heavenly Knife Sect, Mo Qianlin, and you gave me this name. I like it so much, so I use it as my name."

"Qianlin..."

The man repeated it a few times, smiled at him rarely, closed his clear eyes, and hid his embarrassment in his heart.

"I will take this name, I must value you very much."

"Yeah, you really like me. You have to hug me when you sleep, otherwise you won't go to bed."

This kid...does he really understand what he is talking about?

However, what Bai Qinghan didn't know was that this kind of dialogue happened once every three or two days, and it had been seven times so far, which happened to be the last time.

He was hunted down by assassins, and his heart disease relapsed, and his life was hanging by a thread outside the pass. Mo Qianlin, who was out to play, found him and brought him back to the sect to be treated by his father Mo Yanzhen. Only then did he save his life.

But he was injured too badly, ordinary medicines could not heal his body, and there was nothing he could do. Mo Yanzhen took a risk and took a strong medicine to pull him back from the gate of hell. The price was a memory disorder that lasted for half a month. Don't worry about who you are, why you are in Tiandaomen, what extraordinary mission you have taken on, where you will go and what you will do.

Those days were also one of the few free days in Bai Qinghan's life. He didn't have to be overwhelmed by responsibilities, and spent the whole day with a frivolous boy in the mountains, as if he himself was young.

Seeing him with a dazed face always dragged by Mo Qianlin to the mortal market to play, touch the beautiful accessories, and pet the cute cats and dogs, it seems that he has really returned to the carefree youth.

Counting Bai Qinghan's few days, Mo Yanzhen's heart became more and more heavy. One day, he summoned Mo Qianlin, and a piece of edict from the master reminded him of his responsibility as a young master.

"You have reached the age of [-], it's time to practice the supreme sword art, and the sect will entrust you with it in the future, so you must not waste your time in having fun."

Mo Qianlin had some scruples, but he still took his father's order and went to find Bai Qinghan sullenly. The man was sitting by the stream watching the fish jumping out of the water with the current, without saying a word.

"Uncle Yi, I'm going to retreat to practice, will you..."

"will not."

With such a decisive answer, Mo Qianlin felt like falling into an ice cave, and was forced to swallow the word "missing me" on the verge of her mouth.

He couldn't figure out why the person who was smiling at him a few days ago suddenly became so indifferent.

Until he went to the deep valley for retreat, he didn't know that it was the weakening of the medicine that made Bai Qinghan's memory recover, and he didn't even know that his father had already met that person, and accidentally let him know what happened to Lingxue Palace recently.

Worried about the situation of the Taoists and Xuannan, Bai Qinghan frowned every day, only regretting that his body was not up to date and could not recover faster.

He even thought about saying goodbye to Tiandaomen. He intended to bid farewell to Mo Yanzhen, but when he left the gate, he walked towards the deep mountain where Mo Qianlin was retreating.

Standing on the high cliff, he sighed deeply, as if he realized that he had been too dependent on this boy these days, and his feelings for him were different from ordinary people.

But what can I do if I know it?There are insurmountable mountains and ravines between them, such as gender and seniority, etiquette, dogma, etc. If he can't abandon all these, he has no right to dream and extravagantly.

He clenched his fists with both hands, his knuckles creaking, and stood on the edge of the cliff for a long, long time.

Facing the abyss, he knew that if he chose to move forward without turning his head, he would fall to the bottom and be smashed to pieces. Even if he didn't care about himself, he still had to think about that person's future.

Bai Qinghan ruthlessly killed the bud of love, resolutely walked down the high cliff, bid farewell to Mo Yanzhen, and wanted to return to the north to take over the important affairs in the door.

At that time, Mo Yanzhen declined his request on the grounds that his body hadn't healed. This was the concern of the Heavenly Knife Sect Master, but Bai Qinghan was disrespectful. He seemed to have no idea what to do if he insisted on leaving. After thinking about it, he decided to stay for a while and wait. It is reasonable to leave after the injury has fully recovered.

During the days when he couldn't see Mo Qianlin, Bai Qinghan felt a little bored, but he didn't know where the heart-scratching torment came from.

And Mo Qianlin, who was hiding in the mountains, was no better than him, holding the knife formula and sighing all day long, wondering why the man was so indifferent to him.

"Uncle Yi remembered the past? Not so fast... Could it be that he hates me? I shouldn't have provoked him. He was fine when he drank the lotus seed soup I sent him that morning. Why did he suddenly change? It's like this..."

With a complicated mind, he became obsessed without any suspense in the process of practicing Dao Jue.

The eight pulses reversed, the nine yangs entered the yin, and almost died.

Bai Qinghan never expected that with the faint fragrance of the first lotus flower in early summer, it would be a sad news like a thunderclap.

The majestic Heavenly Knife Sect Master knelt down in front of him regardless of his status, begging him to help.

"Daoxuan, Gouzi has unfortunately become obsessed with practicing kung fu. He is usually a bit stubborn. He has offended him a lot. Mo hereby apologizes for him. Mo has only one son. If something happens to him, what should Mo do? I also beg..."

"You don't need to ask, Mr. Ling is well-behaved and sensible, and won my heart. Even if Sect Leader Mo treats me with kindness, I will try my best to help. Sect Master Mo please hurry up."

Accidentally said the words that won my heart, as shrewd as Mo Yanzhen, how could he fail to see the secret he was hiding in his heart.

No matter how much fame was imposed, after all, Bai Qinghan was still a teenager at this time, and it was normal to be in love, so Mo Yanzhen didn't worry about it.

But when he saw Mo Qianlin bleeding from seven orifices, almost insane, Bai Qinghan knew that he was thinking too optimistically.

He is not a medical practitioner. If there is any way to help people recover, it is his own spiritual appearance that can heal the gaps in the spirituality of others, but he is still at a loss when it comes to injuries that go deep into the meridians.

"Sect Master Mo, I'm afraid Daoxuan will be unable to help you with Young Master Ling's situation, so please send him to the Eastern Sea Medicine Sect as soon as possible."

"It's too late, the situation is unclear, I'm afraid he will die suddenly within three hours."

Bai Qinghan tightly grasped the hilt of the sword worn at his waist, his nails penetrated into his palm, his joints turned white, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Since he was young, his physique was different from that of ordinary people. Since he was sensible, his father has repeatedly told him not to commit himself to others. It is only one of the reasons why he will lose his cultivation. If his spiritual power is swallowed, he will die of exhaustion.

When he was young, he didn't understand the deep meaning of his father's words, he only knew to obey his father's orders. When he was a little older, he happened to see an ancient book describing strange physiques when he was in Wuxiang Buddhism. The branch bears a more terrible curse than the death of a child of the Yan people. It must abstain from sex for a lifetime. Once it is entrusted to others, its spiritual power will be exhausted.

Since then, he has cut off all emotions and desires, no matter who he is. In his heart, lingering and not leaving.

Thinking of the life-saving grace of the Mo family and his son, he couldn't turn a blind eye, and considering his personal relationship with Mo Qianlin, he couldn't just sit idly by.

His choice was obvious, he was willing to sacrifice his spiritual cultivation for Mo Qianlin, even if he had no chance to return to Ling Xue to take charge of important affairs in the sect, he was willing to do so.

In the eyes of outsiders, he knows how to repay his kindness, and he makes a knot. Only Bai Qinghan knows that he is silently guarding the once-in-a-lifetime love in his life. He just... doesn't want to regret it.

In order to heal Mo Qianlin's injury, Bai Qinghan retreated from the protection method, ordered people not to approach the deep valley, set down a heavy stone gate, and locked himself together with the mad Mo Qianlin for half a month without seeing the sun.

After half a month, Mo Qianlin's body recovered, and his consciousness gradually became clear. When he opened his eyes and saw him, the first sentence he said was: "Uncle Yi, I'm sorry..."

At this time, Bai Qinghan exhausted most of his energy for him, and he was a little angry and annoyed after hearing this, but he had a cold temper, no matter whether he was happy, angry, sad or happy, he had a face, and that person couldn't see the change of his mood.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "Why do you apologize?"

"I'm sorry, I... I'm very sorry, I caused you to this point because of my mistake, I, I want to say, Uncle Yi, I have an unusual feeling for you, I like you very much, even more than I like, so I... I'm sorry .”

Hearing what he said, the anger in Bai Qinghan's heart suddenly dissipated. Looking at the man's pale face, he felt compassion.

Xu was rewarded for his emotional dedication, Bai Qinghan was inexplicably throbbing, wanted to hold his hand, but felt that such an act was too intimate and would make him disgusted, so he quietly retracted his hands behind his back, fingers hooked together He refrained from acting out of line.

Mo Qianlin had just woken up, and his mind was still not clear enough. He confessed without being rejected, so he assumed that the man had feelings for him, and relied on the fact that he was a wounded person, he leaned on the man's lap, rubbing back and forth and refusing to move. open.

Bai Qinghan's ears were slightly red, and he wanted to push him away, but hurriedly noticed his slovenly attire, hurriedly closed his neckline tightly, and tied up his messy hair.

Mo Qianlin, whose eyes were gradually clear, noticed his actions, sat up abruptly, endured the pain from the reversal of the meridians all over his body, grabbed the man's hand, and went to untie his belt.

When he fell into madness again, Bai Qinghan's eyes were obviously terrified, but he did not dodge due to the habit of the past few days, closed his eyes resignedly, and let him touch his scarred body.

But Mo Qianlin didn't.

He caressed his bandaged shoulders, untied the messy tangled cloth strips, and seeing the bloody wounds intertwined in one place, he hugged the man tightly, sobbing loudly in his throat.

"Uncle Yi...Uncle Yi, I'm sorry, I never thought of hurting you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Saying sorry over and over again made Bai Qinghan a little helpless, he wanted to comfort him not to be sad, he didn't even say anything to himself, instead he cried first, what did he look like.

I wanted to open my mouth, but my mind was blank.

He instinctively hugged Mo Qianlin according to his body's wishes, patted his back, and comforted this young man who was a hundred times sadder than himself.

"Don't cry, people will misunderstand that I bullied you."

"It was originally..."

"what?"

Mo Qianlin hugged him like a big bear, pouted aggrievedly, and said inexplicably: "You didn't take care of yourself, it made me sad, it's your fault."

"..."

Is there any reason in this world?

During the days when he was taking care of him, Bai Qinghan seldom mentioned to him the reason why he saved him. He went out to collect medicine when the sky was dark, and cooked soup and medicine for him when the sun was high, and made some meals to fill his stomach.

Considering that Mo Qianlin is a native of Guanwai, he should like heavy food. He would put a lot of sauce and vinegar in his meals every day. After feeding Mo Qianlin, he made it hard for him to swallow, so that during those days Even his own taste has changed.

One day when he picked a bunch of dogtail grass in the mountains, Bai Qinghan used the tip of the grass to touch Mo Qianlin's nose to tickle his itch, causing him to sneeze more than a dozen times in a row while he stared at the flushed red grass. His eyes were forced to wake up.

"Uncle Yi...you're playing tricks on me again."

"Who made a fool of you, Dalang, get up and drink the medicine."

"Okay, but you have to give me grass first."

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

Mo Qianlin felt that this was a bit ambiguous, but he just wanted to snatch the dogtail grass so that the person could feel the pleasure of sneezing ten times in a row, that's right...

Thinking of this, Bai Qinghan suddenly slapped him, and Mo Qianlin quickly changed his words: "No, Uncle Yi, I mean you have to give me shit..."

On the question of whether to give grass or not, they fought all afternoon.

The two disabled people who have not recovered from their injuries, even if they fight, it is nothing more than cats and cats biting each other, not to mention that they will not hurt anyone, but they can also enhance their relationship.

When one day Bai Qinghan realized that his feelings for Mo Qianlin had risen to a level that he couldn't let go of, he knew something was wrong.

As Mo Qianlin recovered, Bai Qinghan also knew that it was time for him to leave, and he began to avoid Mo Qianlin again, going out in the morning and spending the whole day in a daze in the mountains, and returning to the valley when the sun was setting, the man had already Too hungry to get out of bed.

He felt guilty towards Mo Qianlin, and he thought that it would be okay to let him hate himself like this. If he hated him thoroughly, he would gradually forget the love in his heart, and it would fade over time.

But Mo Qianlin didn't seem to understand what was going on in his mind, and still depended on him every day, seeing his brow furrowed deeply, she thought of ways to make him happy.

The more this happened, the deeper Bai Qinghan's remorse became. In order to stop the loss in time, he cruelly broke up with Mo Qianlin.

"So what if two people are happy? No one can abandon everything that exists to chase the illusory feelings. They can only uproot the unbroken sprouts and bury them in unknown corners."

When he was most desperate, Bai Qinghan gave Mo Qianlin hope, and when he was ecstatic, he pushed him off the cliff, giving him a blow to the head.

Before Mo Qianlin recovered, Bai Qinghan left without saying goodbye, left the valley late at night, and went to see Mo Yanzhen alone.

As a peer with a large age difference, the Heavenly Knife Sect Master is also a teacher and a friend, pointing out a bright way for him when he is most confused.

"Maybe separation is good for both of you. Mo has always felt guilty for forcing Daoxuan to rescue him. How can he bear to make Daoxuan suffer from the dog?"

"Sect Master Mo, there is no need to blame yourself. I did it voluntarily to save Young Master Ling, and it was definitely not to repay the kindness of Tiandaomen. After careful consideration, I understand that I have no choice in my position. For him, for me, I have to leave That's the best policy."

Bai Qinghan thought that after saying this, he could finally bid farewell and return to the Northland with a legitimate reason, but he was wrong again.

Mo Yanzhen has far more experience than him, so how could he fail to see the relationship between him and his own son, even though he disagrees with this relationship, he can't bear to separate them.

"Your body has not healed, and your spiritual power is weak, and you will be harmed by others when you go back. Why don't you use another method."

"Sect Master Mo means..."

Mo Yanzhen took off the sword from his waist, and handed him a cup of aged daughter red with his backhand.

"Bai Qinghan, it's time to leave the stage."

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