Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

18 years later.

Yu Beichen walked on the snow-covered mountain road in Kunlun, turning his head from time to time to glance at the man rolling the snowball behind him, complaining impatiently.

"Please, old man, please do me a favor, can you walk faster? Can you walk faster?"

"What's the rush? I have to worship ten days and a half months earlier every year. Is it because Kunlun's food is too delicious? The Immortal of Jidao is too soft-hearted, so he can't bear to issue orders to chase away guests. If it were me, I would eat more food one day earlier. A single grain of rice will kick you off Xiaoyao Peak."

These words aroused the young man's temper, he turned around and kicked the snowball that the man had been rolling for a long time, and he didn't forget to fly a punch to smash the obtrusive giant.

"Do you really have the face to criticize me? I don't know who insisted on arguing to come with me. I don't understand the truth of eating people with short mouths and short hands, and you still have to point and point. It's Xuebubing from Lingxue Palace. , or snowmen are not easy to build?! I am old, can I do something that will not make young people laugh!"

Startled by his menacing appearance, the man quickly patted him on the shoulders in a courteous manner, squeezed out a flattering smile and advised him not to get angry because of such a trivial matter.

"If it were the former Lingxue Palace, the snow would be ice, and the snowmen would be easy to pile up. However, since the sky cracked that year, Bai Qinghan took back the power of Lingxue Palace and moved the entire Lingxue Palace from the north to the north. Moved two thousand miles outside the pass, and Mo Qianlin, the lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect outside the pass, also moved his sect two thousand miles north, okay, the two sides look at each other, and the repair world says that the two families are basically showing off. Enai, can the Lingxue Palace without snow still be called Lingxue Palace? If you want me to tell you, why not change the name to Lingdao..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Beichen's sword was placed on his neck, which frightened him so much that he didn't dare to say any more.

"The two sect masters are both my adoptive fathers, how can you say that? Yin Wuji, believe it or not, I chopped you up?"

His saber and sword skills are superb, Yin Wuji has seen it before, how dare he break ground on Tai Sui, he quickly changed the subject with a playful smile, and followed that man up the mountain.

At first Yin Wuji thought that it was because he was brought up by two sword masters, Mo Qianlin and Bai Qinghan, that Yu Beichen had such outstanding skills. However, when he left Lingxue Palace a few days ago, Bai Qinghan told him about Yu Beichen's parents alone. After reading the story, he realized that it was not just the result of acquired hard work that this man was only a teenager.

It is heard that his parents have extraordinary backgrounds, one is a demon who once caused troubles in the world, and the other is a human emperor who led the Three Realms to subvert the rule of the Nine Heavens and resolve the crisis of the sky crack.

Although after that battle, the two conferred gods did not appear in front of people again, but their stories have been passed down for a long time, and even the child who just learned to speak can sporadically sporadically sporadically sporadically say a few words related to it .

Yin Wuji also grew up listening to this story, but he never connected the unreachable two people with Yu Beichen before, and that person never mentioned his own life experience.

If Bai Qinghan hadn't ordered him to go to Kunlun with Yu Beichen to pay homage to his parents this time, he might never have known that there was such an extraordinary person hiding beside him in his whole life.

Seeing Yu Beichen rushing on in silence, Yin Wuji asked tentatively, "Are you... familiar with the terrain here?"

"I come here every year when the Winter Clothes Festival is approaching. In the past, my adoptive father brought me to pay respects. This year is the first time I have gone down the mountain alone. Who knows why I put on such a dog skin plaster, and I will not leave."

Yin Wuji was taken aback when he heard this, and pointed to himself hesitantly.

"I didn't rely on you to keep me from going, it was you who didn't let me go."

I wanted to play tricks on this young brat, but Yu Beichen was such an innocent boy, so he didn't understand the meaning of his words, which made people feel very boring.

All the way up the mountain, Yin Wuji followed behind Yu Beichen. He was obviously much older than him, but he was born like a curious baby, and he could play for a long time even when he saw a rough and dead branch.

Yu Beichen tirelessly told him the stories of his parents in the past. He was tired of hearing about being blamed, fleeing to the end of the world, and guarding the world. He was different from those storytellers in tea houses and restaurants. Children love each other, and they raise their hands from time to time.

"That's right there. My father gave my father a piece of steamed bun. My father pretended to be deaf, dumb and stupid, and spit out his own filth. It really scared him."

"And there, my father was injured when he saved my father from Karma Terrace, and my father showed his concern for him there for the first time. My father was deeply touched, so he gave up the idea of ​​leaving him here alone. .”

He said it as if he saw it with his own eyes, Yin Wuji thought in his heart that when they met, you didn't know in which heaven you would be a god.

Yin Wuji didn't take his nagging along the way to heart, when he arrived at the mountain gate, there was thick snow on the shoulders of the swordsman holding the whisk, and it looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

"The head of the house ordered me to welcome the guests early in the morning. It's been a year since I saw you. He's still saying that you should be an adult these days. It's time to take out the ice lotus liqueur that was buried earlier."

Before exchanging pleasantries, Yu Beichen couldn't wait to ask, "Well, my father..."

Seeing the swordsman shaking his head, Yu Beichen did not hide the disappointment in his eyes at all. At this moment, Yin Wuji realized that this person never said anything, but he was always looking forward to the awakening of his relatives who had passed away for many years.

"The adoptive father said that my father is not dead, but his internal organs are all damaged, his meridians are cut off, and it may take a long time to wake up."

What is the difference between this and being dead?It's nothing more than giving yourself a little psychological comfort.

Yin Wuji began to feel sorry for Yu Beichen. Since he could remember, he had never seen his parents when they were still alive. How could he not feel distressed for these years of being alone.

He patted Yu Beichen's shoulder as a comfort, but unexpectedly, the man turned around, winked at him, and smiled playfully.

"Shh... I never told anyone. In fact, my father wakes up every year, but no one else knows about it."

When Yin Wuji finished his thought, the man lost his mind and began to think wildly.

Out of etiquette, he followed that person to meet Liu Changting, the head of Kunlun. The greetings were nothing more than the elder's concern for the younger generation, and the younger generation's respect for the head. In the middle of the conversation, he couldn't help but mention the person he cared about the most.

"Uncle Liu, I heard that my father still hasn't woken up this year."

Liu Changting comforted: "Not necessarily, maybe he woke up, but he didn't want to see anyone, so he fell asleep again."

Sure enough, older people can coax people.

At this time, Liu Changting noticed the young man in black beside Yu Beichen, and asked to change the subject: "This is..."

"My servant, Yin Wuji, pays homage to the head of Kunlun."

Yu Beichen gave a "tsk", swallowed back the sentence "this is my dog ​​son", rolled his eyes indistinctly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's just a stalker's dog skin plaster..."

Liu Changting has seen a lot of love and love, but if he can't see the affection between the two people, it will be a waste of decades of experience, so he smiled and said nothing, feeling in his heart: It turned out that the two people who were so affectionate back then were so enraged by humans and gods. The children have reached the emotional age.

After finishing the etiquette, Yu Beichen left Yin Wuji and went to the Lingxiao Pagoda alone to pay homage to his parents.

The snow in front of the tower has been swept away, and one can feel the biting chill standing in front of the door.

He pushed open the door and walked into the tower carefully, fearing that he would break the thin ice at his feet with every step.

He walked for a long time, all the way down, to the coldest place in the mountain. The chill here almost stopped his brain from turning. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't be unaware of the tail behind him.

Finally at the bottom of the Lingxiao Tower, seeing the ice coffin floating in the cold spring, Yu Beichen couldn't wait to jump down from the edge of the stairs. People who still sleep.

"Father, I'm here to see you."

Yu Beichen, who did not get a response and confirmed that his parents were not awake, seemed a little disappointed. He caressed the man's face, melting the ice and snow on the man's face with the temperature of his palm, heaved a long sigh, and began to chatter about the past year. go through everything.

"Father, I have also worked very hard in Lingxue Palace this year. First of all, I want to say good news to you. The Cruciating Gu, which has tortured Yifu Bai for decades, has finally been relieved by Yifu Mo's unremitting efforts. In the past 18 years , Mo Yifu would use the blood of his heart as medicine every day, and he always lived up to expectations, and now the two of them love each other so much, even I feel that I am redundant."

"Don't worry about my days in Xiujie. I have two adoptive fathers to protect me. No matter Lingxue Palace or Tiandaomen, I can run amok. If there is any helplessness, it is probably because they love me too much and always want me to sleep at night." In the wing room next door, they couldn’t bear to let me go too far, but they themselves were arguing a lot at night, causing headaches. I never knew what kind of swordsmanship had to be learned at night. good……"

"Also, Yin Wuji, who was often mentioned to you in the past, has also come to Kunlun. I didn't want to bring him here, but he insisted on stalking me. I am helpless. If you are in a good mood, I will Bringing him to see you, after so many years, you still don’t know what kind of person is around me, don’t worry, I’m not alone, I’m very happy in Xiujie.”

Yu Beichen talked a lot with the sleeping Yu Fuchen, Yin Wuji hid in the dark, and silently accompanied him from the beginning to the end.

He never knew that the young man who didn't seem to know how to feel sad was so lonely and sensitive in his heart. Listening to what he said, his eyes were a little moist.

He hid in the dark until Yu Beichen left, he became curious and wanted to see what the emperor who had been sleeping for a long time and once powerful looked like, so he walked into the cold spring water and got closer to see the emperor. human face

I have to say that Yu Beichen looks strikingly similar to his father. The difference is that his facial features and outline are more gentle. He looks a little feminine but handsome. He should have followed his other father. .

Yin Wuji clasped his hands together, and after the worship, he suddenly had a strange feeling, wanting to stop for a moment, as for what he was waiting for, he himself didn't know.

That is, during this short stay, the man in the ice coffin let out a sigh of relief. Yin Wuji resisted the urge to run away, or it would be more accurate to say that he was frozen in place. He even opened his eyes.

In Yin Wuji's heart, this emperor is already a dead person, and his sudden waking up is no different from a corpse, he bit his lower lip in a daze, tried his best to restrain the urge to shout, and stayed where he was.

The man's pale and blue hands from the cold supported the edge of the ice coffin, let out a low moan, and sat up straight.

Fortunately, he remembered that Yu Beichen had said that the emperor would wake up every year, otherwise his legs would be weak and his future father-in-law would kneel down and kowtow.

"You are the one who talks about it?"

Yin Wuji was going to be stupefied by fright, how could he dare to answer, besides, what is fleshy stuff?

The man just woke up, and he didn't care about his rudeness, "Forget it, you will accompany me to put the lantern this year."

Light up?What lights?Where to put the lights?Can I come back after the lights are off? ?

Questions popped up one after another in his heart, but Yin Wuji still nodded, no matter how he looked at this person, he didn't look like a dead person. Besides, he was weak, so even if he fought, he would not be at a disadvantage.

So when Yu Fuchen stretched out his hand to him, he leaned forward straightforwardly, and helped the emperor who was cold but still alive out of the coffin.

He could feel all the weight of Yu Fuchen's body pressing on him, but that person had no strength at all, and he couldn't move an inch without relying on himself.

"Dijun, you want to..."

"Soul Lamp, one must be lowered every year to prevent him from getting lost where I can't see it. It's been 18 years..."

Yin Wuji could guess who the person he was talking about didn't need to be said.It's just that the well-known story ended with that person's death. It has become a tragedy. Is there any room for change?

Yin Wuji had no hope for this, but seeing Yu Fuchen waking up from his slumber because of this, he couldn't bear to say some unsightly words to make people sad, so he fulfilled the man's wish and helped Yu Fuchen walk out of the Lingxiao Tower. Among the snow-covered mountains.

In the cold valley, there is a stream of running water that has not been frozen for thousands of years.

Yin Wuji was amazed at the ingenious workmanship here, but Yu Fuchen didn't care to appreciate the spectacle. He dragged his wounded body and leaned over by the stream. With the faint blue light, reflecting the surrounding ice and snow, it looks like a fairyland.

"In the past years, Rouhuhu accompanied me. Except for him, no one knew that I would wake up every year during the Winter Clothes Festival and light a soul lamp to guide Changhuan. This year is special, so let's make a few more." .”

The author has something to say: Huhuhu has grown up, and in the next chapter, I will see the long love that I haven't seen in two chapters~