After Pretending to Have Amnesia, Senior Brother Bai Yueguang Tricked Me into Becoming a Taoist Monk.

"He said: "Brother, you really don't believe me. "Then, I personally pushed him down into the Soul-Eating Valley.   I used the Star-Shattering Sword that he had sharpened for me for three years. "   Three hundred years ago, the gate of Lingxiao Mountain was stained with blood. As the youngest leader, Ying Zaixue, under the accusations from the elders, nailed his junior brother Yan Yu, who had been protecting him since childhood, on the crime of "colluding with the demonic realm".   He saw with his own eyes the young man who always stayed by his side and would smile and hand him warm wine. When his clothes were stained with blood and he fell into the Soul-Eating Valley, there was no hatred in his eyes, only grievances as fine as snow.   Since that day, the snow in Lingxiao Mountain has never stopped, and the mountains are covered with beautiful jade trees, just like the frost that cannot be melted in the heart of Ying Shixue.   Three hundred years later, Ying Zaixue has become the Zheqing Immortal respected by the three worlds, but he still stands on the Star-Reaching Platform every day, looking in the direction of the Soul-Eating Valley, guarding an unspeakable expectation. Until the disciples of the mountain sect came to report and picked up a young man covered in demonic aura in the snow. When he was about to die, he just shouted that he wanted to see him.   The scar on the young man's wrist was exactly the same as Yan Yu's, like thunder splitting through his three-hundred-year disguise. When that pale but familiar face lifted up and called out "Immortal Lord" in a hoarse voice, Ying Zaixue realized that he had to repay the debt he owed for three hundred years.   He brought the young man back to the Star-Taking Platform and swore an oath with the Star-Shattering Sword to protect him. But Yan Yu's return was like a key, unlocking the truth that had been buried that year: the soul-locking vein was not planted by Yan Yu, there was someone behind the theft of the star marrow, and even the siege of the city by demonic soldiers three hundred years ago was a well-planned conspiracy.   And when he wiped the snow, it was just a knife in someone's hand, cutting off his love with his own hands, and also cutting off Yan Yu's way of life.   When the elder of Lingxiao Mountain once again wanted to take Yan Yu's life on the grounds that he was "inhabited by demonic energy", Ying Zaixue finally drew his sword and faced it, his silver robe stained with blood, just like that day three hundred years ago, but this time, his sword pointed at all those who slandered Yan Yu.   "He is the one I brought back. If you want to touch him, ask me first."   Yan Yu looked at his back protecting him, his eyes filled with three hundred years of pain and the joy of recovery. He hid his long-recovered cultivation, hid his identity as the young master of the Demon Realm, and only became the young man who needed the protection of his senior brother.   He wanted to watch Ying Gaixue pay the price for his determination back then, and he also wanted to watch him protect himself to the end amidst the doubts from the three realms.   It wasn't until Huerchi's demon soldiers broke through the mountain gate again and the sky-monitoring mirror pointed at Yan Yu's true body that Ying Zaixue heard the confession that was three hundred years late in the blood mist:   "Senior brother, from the very beginning, there has been no detailed work in the Demon Realm."   "From beginning to end, all I want is you."   The fire was burning high, reflecting the hands held by the two people. The Star-Shattering Sword split the wind and snow in the sky, and also split the grudges of three hundred years. Ying Zhaxue finally understood that the so-called good and evil, the so-called immortals and demons were nothing compared to the starlight in the young man's eyes.   When he stood on the ruins of Soul-Eating Valley with Yan Yu in his arms and watched the snow on the mountain finally begin to melt, he realized that the three hundred years of wind and snow had never been to punish Yan Yu, but to wear away the dust in his own eyes.   "This time, I believe in you."   "This time, let me protect you."   The snow on Lingxiao Mountain has melted, and the candlelight of the Star-Landing Platform can finally illuminate the two people's way home. Defects must be repaid by the ruthless young master of the demon world and the cold immortal master who is responsible for the common people. Intention: Do it boldly