Ling Qinghan is the immortal master of the three realms who bows his head, shattering the stars with his hand, and fixing reincarnation with his hand. Millions of soldiers in the Immortal Court will listen to her orders, and the great masters of the Nine Realms will see her bow their heads - until she retrieves the young man whose soul has just recovered from reincarnation.
When Shen Yan saw her for the first time, he could only stare at the tips of her shoes and tremble. It is said that the immortal master who raised his hand to destroy immortals was handing over ordinary rice porridge with his own hands; the Lingxiao Palace became the place where he practiced calligraphy, and even the crooked poems he wrote were carved on the ten thousand year old jade wall and were sung throughout the immortal court.
"System mission: play a song for the Immortal Master." His hands holding the piano trembled like autumn leaves, and the out-of-tune music frightened the fairy birds. Ling Qinghan leaned on the couch with a smile: "Play it again."
He didn't know that this woman who protected him like a treasure had been waiting for three thousand years. Waiting for him to piece together a complete self from his broken soul, waiting for him to remember the battle that burned for nine days - at that time, he held the sword and died with the way of heaven to protect her.
"Literary spirit can shake the realm of the Immortal King." When the evil demon coveted her Taoist power, Shen Yan took up his pen and wrote "Zhu Xie Fu". The pen and ink turned into golden light and killed ten thousand demons. He turned around and protected her behind him: "I will protect you instead."
Ling Qinghan stroked the poem scroll full of his name with a smile in his eyes: "My Shen Yan, no matter whether he was a war master in his previous life or a scholar in this life, he has always only known how to pamper me."
The sword of the Immortal Lord protects the three realms, and the pen of the literary saint is full of Immortal Lord. This is the story of the invincible Taoist master who doted on his reincarnated husband to heaven, and he doted on her back to earth with poetry, calligraphy and painting.
After three lives of reincarnation and a journey of hundreds of millions of years, she not only recovered her soul, but also every day and night with him.
Reader comments
"Purple petals hide the message of spring, and green stems hold the soul of the moon.
The fragrance is not diminished by the wind, waiting for those who cherish the flowers. "
Can readers who like it copy the poem in the article and put it in the comment area?
New book thanks everyone for your support
"Purple petals hide the message of spring, and green stems hold the soul of the moon. The fragrance is not diminished by the wind, waiting for those who cherish the flowers. " Can readers who like it copy the poem in the article and put it in the comment area? New book thanks everyone for your support
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Very nice, but a bit short