A Hundred Years of Cultivation Under Uncle Jiu's Sect and Recording in the Human Realm

In the third year of the Republic of China, I became a disciple of Uncle Jiu and became Qiusheng Wencai's younger brother. This worship is a hundred years. From Renjiazhen Yizhuang to Kunlun Kaitian Formation, I walked with my master all the way Maoshan people should walk - Old Master Ren scattered the first handful of glutinous rice when he raised his body. The first fire talisman was ignited during the night attack by horse thieves in Tengteng Town, and the source of the golden elixir was exhausted to defend Nanjing during the anti-Japanese war. Master said that I am Maoshan's last hope, But I only remember his words: "Those who practice Taoism should keep upright and avoid evil, even after death." When the end of the Dharma comes and the spiritual energy is exhausted, I stood in front of the Tianmen with my sword in hand: "Master, this time, it is your disciple who will open the way for you." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.