Jiang Zhilin was born into the Jiang family who was obsessed with the gloomy chain blade, but he only loved the elegant elegance of the long sword.
Until the amazing swordsman Bai Buyan defeated the Jiang family with one sword. So he made up his mind to worship him as his teacher.
The day we first met, there were colorful fallen flowers.
Bai Buyan stood in the courtyard, looking like a sword, lonely and cold, not like an ordinary guest.
With just one glance, the idea of becoming a disciple in Jiang Zhilin's heart suddenly disappeared.
A fleeting glimpse, a startling glimpse.
What master and apprentice? He just wanted to go to the mortal world with this person and suffer life and death together.
Weeds are growing wildly in my heart.
I only say that good times will not last forever, and I will not say that I will die.
He slept on his pillow every day for thirty-two years.
Bai Buyan was finally reborn.
He fought side by side with him, the long sword and the chain blade working together to cut through the thorns.
In the past, all sword skills were taught by the other party, but he never called him "Master".
Bai Buyan persisted and asked, but he could only chuckle: "In the next life."
After that, he looked at him deeply and whispered softly: "No words." - These two words were like a promise, spanning twenty-three years, expressing all the unspoken heartbeats and obsessions.
"Don't you call me master?"
.... Because I never wanted to be your disciple. "
"Love is like a boning knife, and love is like a bone between pillows. There is no innocence between you and me.
Intention: Adults become gods in one thought