Stop looking for it, this is it! "I'm just an ordinary person. I'm also tired, scared, and helpless." "My friend who trusted me died in front of me." "I know all the truth, but I can't do anything." "I..." A dead leaf swirled down. Sang Nian picked up the leaf, stared at the veins on it, and said in a daze: "I want to go home." Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she sobbed: "I want to go home." Warm reminder, this is a group portrait article, which is a bit sadistic.
Looks good, Shen Mingchao was born on a snowy night. A quarter of an hour later than his twin brother. In just a quarter of an hour, their fates were polarized. The royal family of the Zhou Dynasty had always regarded twins as unknown, and according to past practice, they placed him in the snow outside the eaves. If nothing else happens, he will freeze to death in the cold night, so no one will have to bear the crime of killing him. It's just that it's too cold. In a warm room, the queen who had just given birth was holding her infant baby in her arms and couldn't help but glance out the window. It was just a glance. "It's my fault that he had a bad fate." She wiped her tears. "He was born in my belly with his brother." In her arms, the infant child had just finished feeding and was sleeping soundly. Outside the house, His Highness Shen was crying heartbrokenly in the snow. As daylight approached, the crying gradually stopped. The palace servants prepared a small coffin and went to bury his body. The baby's face was bruised from the cold, and he seemed to be sleeping quietly. The palace servant bent down to pick him up and was about to put him in the coffin when a small hand suddenly grasped his sleeve, tremblingly and tightly. The baby opened his eyes at some point and looked at her without blinking. The palace people were so frightened that they almost threw him out. Everyone was also panicked. The news that the little prince was alive reached the Jinluan Palace. The young emperor flipped through the memorials without raising his head: "One night is not enough, so two nights." There was no wave in his tone. The palace man leaned forward and said, "Yes." But three nights passed, and the little prince still refused to die and still had one breath left. The rumor of evildoers spread like wildfire. The atmosphere in the palace became increasingly heavy. Finally, news came from Cining Palace. But not to kill him. "How did a monster enter the royal family? This child's life should not have been cut off." Therefore, His Highness Shen was picked up by the nanny beside the Queen Mother and raised by the Queen Mother herself. Five years have passed, and the little prince who refused to die in the snow has gradually grown up. He would go to the palace every day to pay his respects to his mother, rain or shine. The beaded-haired woman sat at the top, looking at him with alienation and a trace of imperceptible fear. Until a child with the same face as him walked into the hall, she immediately curved her lips, stood up and hugged the child, with a gentle voice: "Want to eat osmanthus cake? Mother made it with her own hands." The child pouted coquettishly: "I'm tired of eating osmanthus cake, I want to eat water chestnut cake today." The woman nodded the tip of his nose and said, "Little greedy cat." So intimate, like every ordinary mother and child in the world. On the other side of the hall, the five-year-old His Highness Shen lowered his head and grasped the skirt of his clothes with both hands, unable to see his expression clearly. The queen caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, her face full of surprise, and she blurted out: "You haven't left yet?" Her Highness Shen turned around and ran away. He didn't run far when a palace maid stopped him. "Your Highness, this is given to you by the empress." She presented a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. His Highness Shen looked at the plate of pastries for a long time, then reached out and took it: "Thank you, Queen Mother, for the reward." He took the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to the koi pond in the Imperial Garden. The cakes were broken into pieces piece by piece, falling on the water like snowflakes, and the fish swam over. When the last piece was left, he paused with his hands and took a careful bite without breaking it. So sweet. His Highness Shen wiped his eyes with his sleeves, threw the remaining snacks into the water, stood up and left. After this day, he no longer went to the palace to pay his respects. No one cares. Two years later, the Queen Mother of Cining Palace died of serious illness. Before passing away, the old man took His Highness Shen's hand and sighed deeply: "Remember, don't let anyone bully you." Seven-year-old His Highness Shen nodded in tears: "Okay." After this day, His Highness Shen's reputation for domineering became increasingly louder and louder, and other princes who once took pleasure in making fun of him retreated, helpless. ——The Queen Mother left an edict, and the Emperor and Empress had nothing to do with him, so they simply turned a blind eye and pretended that he didn't exist. Under his background, the twin brother's character became even more valuable, and everyone in the government and the public was full of praise. Being awarded the title of prince is a matter of course. His Highness Shen was occasionally called to the royal study for training, and he happened to bump into the prince when he came out. "Chen'er is here?" His Majesty the State of Zhou, who had just spoken harshly to him, heard the movement and shouted with a smile, "Come to the father." Prince Mingchen means beautiful jade. And he was called Ming Dynasty because no one knew whether he would survive until Ming Dynasty. His Highness Shen pursed his lips and stepped aside to get out of the way. The two passed by each other. Just like a completely different life. Shen Mingchao was seventeen years old. The Imperial Master observed the celestial phenomena at night and wrote to His Majesty, stating that the second prince was destined to be immortal and should go to Tianyu Mountain to become his disciple. The emperor and empress were overjoyed, immediately packed their bags and sent him out of the palace overnight. It's like sending off the god of plague. The carriage swayed, and the young man hugged the gold he had stolen from the treasure house. "If you don't want me, then don't want me. What kind of immortal fate is this? You're just lying to a ghost." He never thought that he would really be able to worship Xiaoyao, nor did he think that he would meet Sang Nian there. The first friend in his life. The first meeting between the two was not really friendly, it could even be said that they disliked each other. But under that cliff, when he was most helpless, the person who appeared humming a song was her. Destiny loves to play tricks on people. He followed her all the way up, and the rocks were rough and abraded her hands. But she didn't take it seriously and continued to pick flowers leisurely. Her forehead and the tip of her nose were covered with sweat, which glistened in the sunlight. It is different from everyone in the palace. He didn't understand and couldn't help but ask her: "Aren't you afraid?" "Afraid of what?" What are you afraid of? The cliff is steep, the climb to the top is far away, and the road is surrounded by snakes and insects. What is not scary? Shen Mingchao didn't understand what she was thinking. She seemed to see through what he was thinking: "If you are afraid, then don't make this decision in the first place. Now that you have made it, then don't be afraid anymore." Shen Mingchao curled his lips: "Who doesn't know the truth?" She was too lazy to talk to him anymore and continued to climb steadily. Shen Mingchao felt an inexplicable desire to win and gritted his teeth to follow her. This stinky girl can do it, why can't he? … They did it. When he was standing on the ground, Shen Mingchao felt that he was dreaming, with a strong sense of unreality. By the time he reacted, Sang Nian had already left with his dead-faced companion. Two small flowers lie on the ground. She just threw it away casually. Somehow, he bent down and picked it up. He thought that he might be able to lower his dignity and try to be friends with her. ... The apprenticeship was successful. Shen Mingchao worshiped the fifth elder of Xiaoyao Sect as his teacher. A little old man who is obsessed with letting him eat bean sprouts. Shen Mingchao had the illusion that he had been deceived. A famous family? Immortal spirit? Who is spreading the rumor? He wants to arrest those people and execute all nine clans. Oh, I forgot, he is not His Highness Shen from Zhou Kingdom. He is now Shen Mingchao, the junior brother of Xiaoyao Sect. That's all. Huh, he doesn't want to be a junior brother. One day, he will become the senior brother of Xiaoyao Sect. Just wait and see. Shen Mingchao didn't want to eat beans. He went to the canteen. There was a lot of bustle all around, but he was the only one. ... It's better to go back and eat bean sprouts. Before leaving, he glanced at the next table. Sang Nian was sitting with a group of people, not knowing what they were talking about, and his eyes were full of excitement. How could she make new friends so quickly. Shen Mingchao gritted his teeth and kicked the dog bowl at the door of the cafeteria in anger. Dahuang, who was originally wagging his tail happily, was holding a basin in his mouth with a confused look on his face. The next day, Sang Nian had a fight with the dead face. She went to dinner alone. Shen Mingchao felt that the opportunity had come. I can be merciful and have dinner with her once. But when he opened his mouth, what he said was - "It's so pitiful, I don't even have anyone to eat with." ... I was convinced. As expected, Sang Nian had another quarrel with him and left him. Okay, talk to her properly next time. Fortunately, "next time" is coming soon. Sang Nian learned how to wield a sword and took the dead-faced Xie Chenzhou to dinner. Somehow, when he reacted, he had already secretly followed them. ... It's not like going to eat, it's like being a thief. Shen Mingchao secretly despised his behavior and hoped countless times that someone among them would turn around and see him. In this way, he could say to them awkwardly and politely: "What a coincidence, you are also going to have dinner? Do you want to come together?" But no. He watched the two people fly noisily to their destination and walked into the building side by side. No one looked back at him. Are you going back to eat bean sprouts again? Shen Mingchao gritted his teeth, ran into the hall with a desperate spirit, and snatched Sang Nian's chair without any hesitation. "Chengyi." As he spoke, his heart beat rapidly, fearing that she would get angry and drive him away. However, she was just startled, glared at him dissatisfied, turned around and dragged another chair next door, and said to everyone: "Move in." She forcefully moved out of his place. Shen Mingchao's heart beat faster. Except for the old man who had raised him for seven years and the fifth elder who loved to eat bean sprouts, no one wanted to eat with him. She is the first. It seems that cultivating immortals is not bad either. The Imperial Preceptor is worthy of being an Imperial Preceptor, with fiery eyes and golden eyes, and one can tell at a glance that he is destined to be immortal. Shen Mingchao was very satisfied and decided to live up to his expectations and practice hard to become the number one swordsman in the world of immortality as soon as possible, so that the stinky girl was willing to call him Senior Brother Shen. ... Sang Nian's new house was repaired, and Shen Mingchao was counting the time waiting for her to invite him to a dinner party. She didn't invite him. Shen Mingchao threw away the gold chain he had prepared long ago, thought about it, picked it up again, and headed to Lone Bamboo Peak angrily. She must have forgotten accidentally. He forgives her this time. Who told him that he was once His Highness Shen? There are a lot of adults. Snort. The gold was given away. The smelly girl liked him very much and her attitude towards him was extremely good. Turns out he is a money addict. Shen Mingchao was relieved - he had more gold anyway. Everyone drank and chatted together, went to see the moon on the peak together, each made a childish-sounding wish, and finally fell drunk in the grass and fell asleep. In fact, some of them were not asleep. That night, Shen Mingchao clearly saw the two fireflies. It's beautiful. He tilted his head and peeked at the girl holding the firefly through the gaps between the grass blades. It's a pity that it's not for him. ... Because of Sang Nian, Shen Mingchao had a group of good friends. Although they always left him where he was. He is still very satisfied. They went to Chui Meng Lou to eat, drink and set off fireworks together. Late at night, we were drunk and walking side by side on the street, talking nonsense that we couldn't even understand. The others' answers were equally irrelevant, but they were responses in the end. They participated in the Heroes Meeting together, defeated monsters and rescued their friends, and won first place. Together we stood in front of the ruins and took photos at the last moment when the sun sank into the horizon. The strong wind blew their hairbands and clothes, and they were still young. Shen Mingchao thought that the days to come would be the same as that photo and would never change. He really thought so. But fate took a turn for the worse. Friends left one by one. In the end, of the six people who set out together, he was the only one left to return to Xiaoyao Sect. Where else could he go but here? At least there is a fifth elder who loves beans waiting for him. But later, the fifth elder also died. The Immortal Sect went to war with the demons, and they rushed to the battlefield. Not long after, the fifth elder died in front of him - in order to save him. From now on, no one will drag him to eat those unpalatable beans. Shen Mingchao collected his remains and sent them back to the sect. He sat in front of his grave for a day and a night, kowtowed three times to the tomb, and then returned to the battlefield. He thought he would die there, but Sang Nian came. He cleaned up the tent for her and waited for a long time until she finally appeared. He couldn't hold it back, hugged her, and soon let go. She was startled by him again, but she didn't quarrel with him like before. She lost a lot of weight and her face didn't look good. Shen Mingchao knew that she was having a hard time these days. Fortunately, her illness has recovered, and as long as he takes good care of her, she will return to her former self. Sang Nian didn't give him this chance. She died during the first snowfall. Xie Chenzhou killed him. It happened to be Xie Chenzhou. A friend killed another friend, and he was caught in the middle, even hesitating with hatred. But he couldn't help but hate. Otherwise, how can he survive? ... There is a tomb on the top of Lone Bamboo Peak, right where they once looked at the moon. At first, Shen Mingchao would often go there to sit. Later, Shen Mingchao became known to everyone as Senior Brother Shen, and he no longer fell in love with it. However, occasionally when passing by Lone Bamboo Peak, he would still be in a daze. What year is this year since her death? Ten years, a hundred years? Can't remember clearly. Time had always been a blur for him since she left. Shen Mingchao couldn't help but think, if she came back and saw him like this, would she still recognize him? He is now a reliable and stable senior brother. ... She is really back. Fate finally favored him once. This time, he can protect her. Shen Mingchao thought that he could and was qualified to protect her. He has never been a brave person, which can be seen from the fact that he only cried under the cliff. However, this time, he wanted to be brave. He overcame many dangers and found Ye Youtan, who could cure her eye disease, in a secret place in Penglai, waiting for her return. However, she stood beside Xie Chenzhou again. The outcome is decided. In the dark night, Shen Mingchao silently crushed the spiritual plant in his palm, threw it into the sea, and let the waves sweep it away. The flower juice stained my hands, and the faint medicinal fragrance filled the air. Soon, a dust-purifying technique was cast, and the palms of his hands returned to freshness and cleanness. Leave no trace behind. The sound of the tide remained as if nothing had happened. Liu Liyue was right, he made the right choice. Between a person and a group of people, he chose the latter. ——It is not a difficult choice to give up one person and get a group of people including her. Shen Mingchao clearly knew who he liked. How could I not be clear about the only heartbeat I've had since childhood? It just happened that the other party was Sang Nian. That Sang Nian had met Xie Chenzhou a long time ago. Therefore, some feelings are best kept in your heart and never, ever spoken out. He tried to convince himself. But another voice sounded - he was so good, no worse than Xie Chenzhou, what if she fell in love with him. There is no such thing as a contingency. He has never been able to get in between those two people. Fortunately, he still has a group of friends. However, a long time later, the once flamboyant and willful Shen Mingchao became the Grand Master Shen who was admired by everyone. But those opponents he talked about back then, including Wen Buyu, Xiao Zhuochen and Xie Chenzhou, are no longer there. It seems that when everyone goes around in circles, he will always be left behind. Changli sword, people Changli. His whole life, he was always separated. The images of those shadow stones have disappeared, but the ones in my mind are still there. When I dream back at midnight, I see the faces of old friends. There are green dews and grass in Xianyang Ridge, this is the first autumn in a thousand years. … The second year after the goddess left, Shen Mingchao, the number one swordsman in the world of immortality, transcended the tribulation and ascended. "Fuso." Tiandao called. There are two hibiscus trees in the divine world, relying on each other for more than ten thousand years. After the Demon God War, one of the hibiscus trees fell and lost its leaves. Not long after, another tree also withered and died. Going around in circles, we meet again in the world. The sullen Grandmaster Shen smiled for the first time in two years. He raised his chin proudly like he did when he was seventeen: "I am His Highness Shen, Shen Mingchao, not some Fusang." The door to the God Realm still failed to open. The stubborn His Highness Shen refused to return and turned around to reenter the world. This time, he will take his friends to find his best friend. Never separate again.
The heroine, Chi Miao, I believe everyone has heard of her name. "When I was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses", I traveled from the human world to the world of immortality, relying on a system to survive until the end of the world...
🔥Cultivation is about cultivating immortality, don't engage in love and love, put the Dao first! ✨No cpTraditional Fantasy Cultivation of Immortality[Female Strong]Genius StreamLing Yaohan, a mortal girl, once discovered her spiritual root, she entered the path of immortality and started to seek the path of immortality. In this life, she only seeks the Tao and is not disturbed by other things.
The author shamelessly recommends that the female protagonist is about the decline of the sect and the rise of the aristocratic family. It is about the female protagonist's experience of cultivating immortality. What she wants to talk about is her family, country and the world [seeking attention] [seeking attention] [seeking attention] [seeking attention] [seeking attention]
She was originally an empress of the gods, but her growth path was full of ups and downs. She wandered from the upper world to the mortal world, then cultivated immortality from the mortal world, and returned to the upper world.
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