Su Qutao, who colluded with the demon clan, died.
Fearing the crime, he jumped into Zhenlingyuan and died on the eve of the trial of the three sects.
The people of the world still felt uneasy and cursed her every day, wishing they could fish her out from the Zhenling Abyss and crush her ashes.
Three years.
Ten years.
Sixteen years.
Twenty-five years.
……
Time flies, and this painful past gradually fades away.
After fifty years of silence, hundreds of immortal schools with dead masters, dead friends and dead disciples became active again.
This matter was buried deep in my heart.
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The new swallow falls on the city wall.
Su Qutao opened her eyes, patted the non-existent dust on her clothes, and returned quietly.
Not only did he enter the world-famous Beiyuan Academy as a mortal, he also inexplicably fell into the eyes of the Sword Master, and became a disciple of the Yingxue Sword Master.
Hey, wait a minute, Yingxue Sword Master...
The former master's mortal enemy!
Escalating step by step, he quietly investigated the truth of the past, but unexpectedly all clues pointed directly to his former hometown.
Su Qutao sluggishly led her master up to Canglan, and stood behind her master making faces at her old junior sister.
Oh, old junior sister... Ah, no, a traitor from the Xianmen, a sinner from Yingshan.
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Yu Li, a little black snake sleeping in Lingyuan.
When he first came down the mountain, he was caught by the Immortal Sect disciples. The group of Immortal Sect disciples carried it to the dining hall, discussing snake soup and medicinal wine.
Yu Li: "..."
After making a big fuss in the dining hall, he took advantage of the chaos and slipped away. Halfway through his swim, he suddenly saw a cold fairy. The snake lost its mind and followed the fairy up to Yunlian Peak.
