In the small village at the foot of the mountain on a rainy night, the roar of monsters shattered the moonlight. Twelve-year-old Yun Zhao hugged the corpses of his parents and huddled in the haystack until a moon-white figure came walking on the broken stars - the cold light of the sword split the beast wave, and the blood-stained handkerchief gently wiped the blood on his face: "Poor child." That was Yue Shutong, the "Shutong Fairy" of Wenxin Valley, and he has since become her most special disciple.
He has mediocre qualifications, but he always sweeps the fallen leaves from Shutong Pavilion for her in the early morning; she is cold and taciturn, but on his birthday, she gives him a sapphire sword engraved with sycamore patterns. "Master, this is too precious." He held the sword tassel and trembled. She lowered her eyes and plucked the strings: "You are worth it."
Until he touched the "Zhaoming Remnant Monument" at the back mountain altar - bloody lines crawled up his fingertips, and the memory of his past life exploded like thunder: he was once the "Zhaoming Immortal Lord", and he fell in love with her (the "Moon God" in the previous life) under the fall of the stars. However, due to the prohibition of heaven, he saw her being burned to a cold body by the moonlight in order to suppress the "Dark Obsidian Demon Lord". And his "Zhaoming Bloodline" is the key to breaking this thousand-year predicament!
The tenderness between master and apprentice has long been submerged by the undercurrent: he shielded her from the cynicism of his fellow disciples, and knelt in the snow until his knees hurt to seek justice for her; she bit the tip of her tongue when he was seriously injured and used the "power of the moonlight" to extend his life, with a sweet taste in her throat but said with a smile that it was "worth it." But when the prophecy of "star disaster" comes again, when the righteous calls her a "traitor", when the devil raises a knife to snatch his "Zhaoming bloodline", the feelings that have been hidden for ten years can no longer be hidden -
"If God doesn't allow it, I will go against it!" He held her hand, and the blood moon reflected the waves of Guixu Haiyan. She looked at the surging stars in his eyes and finally let go of all the
