(Twin boys, under the age of 10, pure love, cultivating immortality)
An unintentional crime trapped three generations
A century-old cage woven in the name of love
A hundred years ago, at the top of Kunlun, Jiang Zhixu killed his brother by mistake, and the devil laid out the plan.
Decades ago, in the ruins on a snowy night, Ye Zhiqiu pushed the baby into Chu Muyun's arms:
"Take him away... Shen Hanzhou is a devil..."
After that, Chu Muyun proclaimed himself a cultivator, hid in the Discipline Hall, and used three hundred sect rules to weave a protective net for the child.
He taught him the formation
Seven years passed, and the first word Ye Qichi learned was "ugly thing", which made Chu Muyun's pen stagnate.
Later, the discipline was very strict, but never more than one stick of incense. The most severe punishment was to copy the house rules. When his wrists were sore from copying the rules, there was always a bowl of warm honey tea silently placed beside the table.
In the enlightenment class at the age of seven, when asked about his mother, Ye Qichi said blankly: "I don't have a mother."
"Elder Jiang is his mother!" Amidst the roar of laughter, those details suddenly connected like beads: punishing him to practice more swordsmanship but taking him back to bed late at night; silently mending his frayed clothes; allowing him to curl up next to him when he had night terrors and crying, and lulling him to sleep by reading the boring rules in a cold voice.
He treasured the Supa that he had wiped off sweat, and held it close to the tip of his nose to smell the remaining scent - the salty smell mixed with the crispness of pine needles after the snow. He took it out and rubbed it and stared at it in the middle of the night, touching a warm Master among these cold objects.
But until the fever sets in
It's pretty^_^