My name is Pei Zhaoshuo, and I am a descendant of Pei Qingxuan, the Heavenly Master of the Tang Dynasty.
Since I was a child, my parents have been pushing me down on the ground and rubbing me to practice the exercises.
It's all about forging the body with bones, tempering the body with ghosts, taking a bath in the coffin of a thousand-year-old corpse, etc.
I never imagined that I had just become a peerless heavenly master, and my unreliable father and mother would confer a status of cultivation. Moreover, they left me and traveled around the world hand in hand, far away from home.
Fortunately, before leaving, they threw me a bronze key to the basement and said, "You are not allowed to open it until you are eighteen years old."
On my eighteenth birthday, I opened the iron door of the basement...
The dark wind roared, and the dust-laden ancient magic weapon of the family reappeared, but the outside world had long been filled with ghosts and ghosts - hundreds of ghosts broke the seal and reappeared in the world.
"Since you have figured it out... Then don't blame Uncle Pei, I will send you back to the west!"
Oh, goose, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey~(¯▽¯~)~