Master Career Guide

Xie Jianwei worked diligently in the company and after three days and nights without rest, he finally proved to his boss that working overtime will really kill you! ! ! Before his consciousness sank into darkness, he closed his tearful eyes, and his last thought was: In the next life, he will never be a human being. ——Then he became an immortal: the new master of Lingxue Pavilion, thank you for seeing the Immortal Weixianzun. He almost cried with joy, and was ready to catch up on his three hundred years of sleep, until he completely integrated his memories and became familiar with the customs and allusions of this world, and one afternoon, he suddenly recalled certain professional skills from his previous life with muscle memory. Xie Jianwei, in his previous life, worked in the content review department of a large literary platform One of his daily tasks is to deal with a large number of BL novels of various kinds that break the imagination. He is familiar with all the routines, can accurately predict the plot, identify the attack and reception attributes at a glance, and can even deduce whether the article will be "technically locked" based on the first three chapters. At this moment, he was holding the pages of the book he was reading, and his fingers were cold. The "professional knowledge" from his previous life that had been squeezed into the corner of his memory by his intense overtime career suddenly revived. He vaguely remembered a fairy tale about immortality that the protagonist had the same name as he had teased with his colleagues at that time. The protagonist in the book, the cold and beautiful Master, is imprisoned in the deep palace by his evil disciples, like this, like this... The last line of small print marks: "This story is purely fictitious. Any similarities are purely based on the beautiful yearning of fellow Taoists." Xie Jianwei: "..." Yearn for? To, to, a, ghost, ah! A cold current mixed with numbness instantly penetrated his ecstasy. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the snow-white Immortal Master's robe embroidered with dark patterns of flowing clouds, and then quickly rushed to the "clear heart mirror" that could detect the soul. The person in the mirror has a beautiful appearance and an extraordinary temperament. It is the immortal body that was reshaped by the aura of heaven and earth when the original owner broke through the Nascent Soul - using the standard terminology of his review department to describe it, this is called "the peerless cold face, the standard configuration is lower than upper." Combined with his identity at the moment: Master. A young master who has not yet accepted a disciple, but must do so according to the sect's regulations. Xie Jianwei's legs went weak and he almost knelt down in front of himself in the mirror. High-risk occupation! Epic high-risk profession! ! He reviewed thousands of books in his previous life, and one of the blood-and-tears truths he concluded is that in the world of BL cultivation, a master, especially a young and beautiful master who has not yet taken a disciple, is the "Welcome to the Guide" label written on the cover! ! ! I was exhausted in my previous life, but I managed to keep my pants and my innocence. If you go into the wrong plot in this life, it will be really... Unimaginable! The "Master's Special" plots he had reviewed began to scroll uncontrollably in his mind, with each frame marked with a highlighted "Danger" label. "Calm down... Xie Jianwei, you are a professional... You have been through so many trials, you know all the tricks..." He held the cold mirror, trying to soothe his frightened soul with professionalism. He tugged on the clean and dusty immortal robe on his body and showed a gritted teeth and non-immortal smile to the "disaster face" in the mirror: "BL novel, right? Master is a high-risk profession, right?" "Back then, I could tell at a glance which chapter needed to be locked, and now I can personally lock all the 'dangerous chapters' again!!!" This is my first time writing, so I apologize for my poor writing style. Orz Intent: Scientific management, scientific control