[Strong female + no cp + passionate group portrait]
A big event occurred in the world of cultivation. Liu Suyi, a close disciple of Canglang Mountain Immortal Chief, defected to Canglang Mountain and sacrificed his comrades who had lived and died together for decades to the false god. All six towns in northern Xinjiang were destroyed overnight and blood flowed like rivers.
Liu Suyi, who suddenly changed from a light of righteousness to a street rat, sat in a wine shop and drank three glasses of turbid wine while drinking blood.
Many years ago, Liu Suyi held a willow leaf silver sword in her hand and led 22 people from the Canglang Division to defend the East Palace. They stepped on the dragon heads on the eaves and subdued thousands of demons on a moonlit night. They became famous in one battle. The good people leaned in the city of Shengjing and looked at him from a distance, praising him as a new star in the immortal sect and the dawn of the righteous path. When he was drunk, he presented him with a freehand ink bamboo to praise the world.
Liu Suyi smiled and turned around to give him an unsightly fine brushwork of weeds.
Those who were romantic back then are now the butt of jokes, and only those who do good things still hang their paintings in the hall, saying with a smile:
"Life is like a piece of grass, fluttering in the wind, nothing better than that."
"Don't sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival."
This is a story about coming home.
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