Black Porcelain Stove

Ruan Chinian has still not forgotten that time when he was a child, the bitter cold and the snow that lasted for thousands of days in the mortal world. The sky is thin, the frozen clouds are cracked, and the mountains are plain. The Immortal came to crush the beautiful jade, and his voice was cold and compassionate. Ruan Chi looked up from the frosty snow blade and looked up. The young man in Xuanyi beside the Immortal smiled kindly and called him warmly. "Little junior brother." One wrong step, one step to reach the sky. Meeting the great destiny of immortality, he became a disciple of Jiuheng, the largest sect in the immortal sect at that time, and became a young disciple of Qingwei Immortal Master. Although the immortal talent is weak, he is always pitied. Ruan Chi has been studying in Jiuheng for seven years, and he has seen his revered master's celestial body wash away the dust like Kunshan Mountain covered with snow, passing away in the spring and autumn. He has seen his senior brother and his dear friend return home under the eaves under the eaves despite the forgetful flowers and the moon. Walking like a mayfly, stubborn day and night. In this way, his body is empty and clear, and his mind is also empty and clear. He sees the turbulent waterfall in the sky like glass, and the paper on the silk book is as clean as washing. So, so leisurely and satisfying. But one day, the master came walking in the snow, rolled up his sleeves and brushed the dust for him, lit a stick of incense, and led him to sleep. In the dream, a pool of blood rises, thousands of demons rise, Tianzhu Mountain splits and evil spirits flood the water, and the sun and moon fall together by the Wuchi River. Lord Xuan Cong, He Changyuan, whom the world admired, actually worshiped the devil in his heart, betrayed his master and surrendered to the devil, killed his friends and relatives, wiped out his family and the city, and ruined all living beings. The bells and chimes in the world are mourning for the wild, broken again and again, the mountains and rivers collapse, and the mournful sound is thousands of miles away. He was saddened to hear that his respected master Qingwei had folded his body and destroyed his sword, his old friends and fellow disciples had collapsed and perished, and all the heroes of the past were stopped in front of the evil blood formation. They were all prisoners, captives and slaves, and Ruan Chinian was not spared. In the dream, the lacquered stone Demon Palace was majestic. The senior brother who had become the Demon Lord was still dressed in black clothes, supporting his forehead with one hand, sitting on a high position, smiling evilly and wantonly. The beauties in this world, with all kinds of postures and poses, all kneel before her and are her slaves, decadent and indulgent, indulging in lust. The black eyes of Demon Lord Xuanyi were slightly closed, showing a lack of interest. He passed by his former respected master who was barely breathing in the cold iron soul in the blood pool, passed by his former best friend who was kneeling in front of the bed in luxurious clothes, and cast his eyes on the frail young man with an empty expression in the bird cage. Demon Lord Xuanyi smiled kindly and called him warmly, "little junior brother." … When the nightmare dissipated, the master was sitting and lying in the mist, and he looked up in search of a sound. Seeing the immortal on the couch, his beautiful appearance was still the same, but his face was slumped, and he looked like a glamorous ghost. Ruan Chi had been dreaming drunkenly for ten years, only then did he realize that the world had been turned upside down. It was almost the same as the nightmare, but slightly different. It turns out that the heavenly voice is powerful and what it says is true, just like when I first saw it. … The ethereal, clear and ignorant apprentice is xed The cool and paranoid beauty master attacks ———— Notice board: 1. I don't know what I'm writing about. 2. I just found out that the pre-collection points are turned into posts, and the previously messy fishing stuff is used as grass. 3. (…) Intention: Okay