He Teaches *************

On the first day of my transformation, I was picked up and taken home by a mortal who was collecting herbs. He called me An'an, taught me how to read and write, and cooked porridge for me all my life. When the plague comes, I cut my wrists and bleed to save people, but those people I saved with my own hands hold up torches to kill us. He fell down in front of me, the immortal lines between his eyebrows lit up - it turned out that he was an immortal king from the lower world who had experienced calamities. After his soul returned to the immortal world, he lost his memory and became the frosty immortal of Tianshu Pavilion. And I became the most inconspicuous disciple under his sect. He doesn't remember the fog in Lingshan Mountain, the smell of rice porridge, or the time he called me "Chier". But when he saw me in the sky fire, the words he blurted out were still "An'an". He taught me immortal skills, and when he hit me with a bamboo ruler, my palms became purple and swollen; I risked getting hurt, and when he gritted his teeth and slapped me, his eyes turned red. After I got the chief, I was arrogant and frivolous. He punished me by being grounded and copying scriptures, but he left me a cup of warm porridge at night. During the battle between immortals and demons, he was seriously injured and fell into coma. I bled to save his life. After waking up, he didn't care about his own injuries. He first put me on his knees and spanked me twenty feet. "What's wrong?" "The mistake was that you shouldn't have ignored your own life." "Also." "The mistake is that I made you afraid again." Thousands of years of practice, training, punishment and beatings, all in order to grow into a person who can stand beside him. My name is Jiang Youan. I am a flower demon. I have a brother who is also my master. In this life, it's settled.