Mu Qing has a problem.
After her husband was seriously injured and went into seclusion, and there was no news from her, the disciple he took in felt extremely sad. He often came to her to reminisce about the past. Every time he started talking, it was already difficult to speak.
She touched the handsome boy on her knee and whispered words of comfort.
Until one day, the grief-stricken young man fed her strong wine and kissed her brow carefully in his drunken state. With longing eyes, he whispered against her earlobe: "Master, don't be afraid, I am Master."
Unexpectedly, Mu Qing was drunk and slapped the young man on the cheek, revealing something strange: "Nonsense, I am your father."
#Once a teacher, always a father, after all, she is really my dad#
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In Mu Qing's time-traveling Xianxia game, the full-level large account was blocked, leaving only the small account that formed a Taoist couple for the convenience of feeding resources.
... And the disciples who inherited from Tu Hao.
The young man was talented and intelligent, and he was definitely the sect's top genius, but occasionally his mind was a little fragile, and he would often throw himself into her arms and cry because of the departure of Da Hao.
His eyes were red, and he clasped the door with his fingers: "Master, if you can, I can't."
Mu Qing affirmed: "Of course."
"Swinging the sword ten thousand times a day, walking 20 kilometers along the mountain range, practicing hard in seclusion for a hundred days every two months, going to the Yaolu to learn to refine Yuan-solidifying elixirs after leaving seclusion, reading and reciting the Sword Sutra before going to bed, practicing hard in dreams, and so on for ninety-nine and eighty-one years..."
She said proudly: "Then you can be like your master and look down on the world, unparalleled in the world."
Young man: "..."
Purpose: Learn to love yourself
