
Dahuang Hidden Sword Record
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Deep in the wilderness, Jianshan Mountain is locked in fog. The white-clothed sword cultivator in that small world was originally the reincarnation of an ancient sword master. He used his sword to suppress demons thousands of years ago. He saw all his relatives and friends perished and his heart became cold. Now he only wants to guard the green bamboo tea stove and be the laziest hermit. But someone happened to break his innocence: Xie Qingtang held half of a burnt copy of "The Great Wilderness" and stood outside the Jianshan barrier with a smile: "Your Majesty, do you know? The black iron lock that you used to seal the demons has been corroded by three lines; the demon tide that you said 'never control again' is flowing into the world along the Jiuli Valley." Lin Yuan lowered his eyes and fiddled with the teacup: "What does it have to do with me?" "What does it have to do with you?" Female Zi suddenly came closer and touched his Adam's apple with her fingertips, "But in that demonic tide, there is a nine-tailed fox that is thinking about eating me - and I have not tasted enough of Dayong City's sugar-steamed cheese in my rebirth." When the most world-weary swordsman was forced to lift the sword, when he avoided the chance of three hundred years and chose to hide in the scabbard, this story of the great wilderness had just revealed its edge from the word "hidden".
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