Jiang Jue, a closed disciple of Jishitang who was expelled from his sect.
The senior brother took the credit and framed him, saying that he mistook the pulse and put someone in danger; his girlfriend turned around and followed the senior brother; and everyone in the Jiang family looked down upon him. At the age of twenty-five, he could only make a living by setting up a stall in the antique street.
Until that snowy night, his left eye stung and the world changed color——
The antiques are wrapped in the true energy of the paste, the human body is wrapped in the disease energy, and above the heads of some people, there is a black and purple path of luck that is harmful to people. **The eye of hope is opened. **
But these eyes came with a price: every time he looked at them, they took away a piece of his energy and blood, which could only be replenished by doing good deeds, accumulating virtue, treating illnesses and saving lives.
So Jiang Jue picked up leaks on the street while rescuing people and counterattacking.
The "national treasure of the Ming Dynasty" held out by his senior brother looked old and dead in his eyes; his ex-girlfriend's new love revealed its true form in his words; Jiangcheng's antiques and the shady stories of the medical community were revealed layer by layer by him.
Until the "Xuanjian Pavilion" came to the door - that group of people, specializing in eyes like his that can see the truth.
With this look, he saw the old case of family extermination twenty years ago, and also saw the bottom of his own life experience.
Looks good, I follow it every day