Gu Changyuan, the master of Taixu Mountain, has been practicing for thousands of years, and his mind is as calm as water, and he never accepts disciples.
Until he picked up a muddy child at the foot of the mountain.
The child had a pair of round eyes, which sparkled when he looked at him, like a spring filled with water.
"Master." The child called him.
Just these two words made Gu Changyuan's Taoist heart crack open for a thousand years.
He told himself that he was just his master, nothing more.
But he still couldn't help but secretly go to the spiritual field to "pass by" late at night, couldn't help peeking at the young man bathing under the moon, couldn't help but tighten his sleeves on the day of the disciple's Golden Elixir Ceremony, until his hands were covered with blood.
What he wanted was never a disciple.
And that little thing who didn't understand anything stupidly raised his face and asked him——
"Master, do you treat other disciples in this way?"
Gu Changyuan looked into those innocent eyes and whispered: "No. Only you."
In his mind, he added the second half of the sentence——
"Only you make me want to crush you into pieces and swallow you."
This is the story of a cold fairy king who seduces his wife into an urn every step of the way.
It is also a story about a cute little disciple who realized later that he had been eaten up and wiped clean a long time ago.
