[Fantasy cultivating immortals + Xuanmen family + non-shuang writing + two male protagonists + plotting + focusing on group portraits + focusing on plot]
The prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain, a mountain bigger than Zuohuang Mountain
And that young man wanted to climb over this mountain.
At the foot of Zuohuang Mountain, the owner of a wine shop was drunk, and with the help of the waiter, he lay down on the deck chair in front of the turret in the backyard.
As soon as he lay down, he suddenly sat up again. He raised his hand and pointed to the distance in front of the waiter and asked, "Hiccup, Sanjin, what do you think is there?"
The waiter looked in the direction pointed by the boss. It was a mountain with two peaks. The main peak was slightly higher, and a Taoist temple could be vaguely seen on the peak.
"Shopkeeper, that's Qingliangguan, the leader of the righteous path of our human race!"
"The leader? That's right! One city, one mountain, one valley, and Fengxue Mansion never returns when the moon rises. These fourteen words have made the demon clan dare not be born for more than ten years. Why is it not considered the leader? How majestic!"
After that, the restaurant owner lay down again and closed his eyes, but the corners of his eyes still seemed to be murmuring something. The waiter leaned forward and vaguely heard:
"They are all dishonest and mean-spirited people. They are the children we have watched grow up. How could they..."
The waiter in the shop ran out of the yard with a panicked look on his face, as if he had heard some treasonous remarks.
Only the running water in front of the building should be thought of and stared at all day long
