Introduction
When Xie Yanqing woke up in Qingxi Town, he only remembered that his name was A Qing.
Accompanied by bluestone slabs and old medicine cabinets every day, life is peaceful without a trace of disturbance.
It wasn't until a fairy sect election that he embarked on the foggy "path of questioning."
At the end of the road, he bumped into a pair of eyes.
——Quiet and lonely, like snow that has accumulated for a hundred years, and like a lamp that has been burning for a hundred years.
Just one glance made his heart tremble with heat.
Later he found out that the man was Mo Xuanzhu, the coldest swordsman in Tianyan Sect and the master of Sword Dao Peak.
He is also the only person in the past hundred years who does not believe that "The Sword Immortal is dead".
Xie Yanqing could not recall any previous life.
But always when I dream back late at night, I hear the whispers of the people under the ice and see the phantom with the same appearance as myself on the altar.
Beside him, Mo Xuanzhu held an immortal soul lamp and silently illuminated it for him for a long, long night.
The beautiful and powerful sacrifice to the Sword Immortal × Overturning the world and criticizing the Sword Master's attack
Intention: Keep the goodwill in your heart