When you roam the martial world, how can you not flirt?
Chen Zhuoyi, a dan cultivator of the Ganghong Sect, was the oddest of all the world's greatest masters throughout history. They say he loved fine wine, elixirs, and red flowers, and especially adored beautiful people and picturesque scenery. His romantic exploits were so numerous they could spread across all the Eight Wilds.
One day, for the umpteenth time, he went down the mountain on an errand and picked up a newly arrived junior brother.
The junior brother was perfect in every way except that he was cold, sharp-tongued, and not much of a joiner.
Chen Zhuoyi considered himself second only to the senior brother of Ziyang Peak, and swore to take responsibility for the mental well-being of his junior brothers and sisters. So he approached the lonely young man several times, hoping to help him open up.
With his silver tongue, Chen Zhuoyi could get by anywhere. He thought winning over his junior brother would be easy, but no matter how often he approached, the younger man avoided him like the plague. "Senior Brother, I'm a widower."
Chen Zhuoyi flirted without thinking. "Great. I'm a widow."
Junior Brother: "..."
Junior Brother: "Then your late husband must have become a resentful spirit underground by now."
Later, Chen Zhuoyi didn't know whether his late husband had become a resentful spirit, but why was his junior brother, who strictly observed the virtues of a husband and dreamed of his late wife every day, looking at him more and more strangely?
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Ren Muyue was once an ordinary woodcutter in the Eight Wilds. One day, he woke to find his village destroyed, and the memories of his late wife in his mind as elusive as reflections of flowers in a mirror.
To unravel the mysteries clouding his memories, he traveled thousands of miles and joined the Ganghong Sect, only to be pestered incessantly by the eccentric second senior brother on the mountain.
He couldn't shake this senior brother, couldn't escape him. He was so outgoing that Ren Muyue began dreaming of his late wife more and more often...
Red silk curtains billowed, and a slender waist swayed.
Most importantly, as the dreams became clearer, why did his "late wife" look more and more like that unreliable second senior brother?
A little scene:
One day, the two were trapped in a secret realm.
Chen Zhuoyi: "Junior Brother, we're two men alone together, with nothing but the open sky and bare ground for company. Don't get any wicked ideas about me!"
Ren Muyue: "...Have you tried it?"
Chen Zhuoyi, ready to make the ultimate sacrifice: "As the saying goes, a widower goes with a widow. Go ahead, Junior Brother!"
Later, Chen Zhuoyi was pinned against a scorching chest as someone gave a cold laugh. "I should go ahead?"
The voice was warm against his ear, sending a tingling sensation through him.
"Are these wicked ideas real?"
"Senior Brother."
At that time, a great demon emerged on South Mountain. Cultivators slew it with a secret art, scorching the flowers and trees across the mountain.
From then on, the evil-suppressing beast was lost, and the true phoenix was born.
Records of Ancient Gods and Demons: Beasts, A New Chronicle of the Phoenix
I heard you had given your heart to another, so I came to mend our bond anew.
1. A gloomy junior brother who lost his memory x a cheerful senior brother who stayed cheerful after losing his memory. Happy ending. The blurb includes elements from the gong's perspective, but the main text follows the shou. 1v1, no switching or breaking up.
2. Both the gong and shou are strong. The shou has slight everyone-loves-him elements. Both are pure in body and mind.
Theme: An unreliable love story
