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Yue Chonghua lost his parents when he was six years old, and lost his master when he was seventeen years old.
The master ordered her to work together with her younger brother to cultivate immortality.
Yue Chonghua felt embarrassed.
A qi refining person brings along a burden that can't even introduce qi into the body. This is not called joining a team to cultivate immortality, it is called joining a team and getting beaten.
She had no choice but to bite the bullet and practice alone, but she almost went crazy.
I was lucky enough to escape from danger, but just after leaving the quarantine, I bumped into my younger brother bringing a beauty back and sitting in the room openly drinking tea.
For a moment, she was so angry that she could only relieve the hatred in her heart by sacrificing the sword to her senior brother.
The sword flashed and pierced the clothes, but——
It can't even penetrate the flesh!
She immediately turned from anger to joy.
The sky is the limit, someone can help her get beaten!
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Ye Qingzhou hated himself.
I hate that I am the only son of an immortal sect elder, but I have no immortal destiny.
He was ignored by others and dragged his junior sister down. The two of them tried various methods, tried all kinds of elixirs, sought out famous doctors, and even consulted the secrets of the Hehuan Sect, just to extradite his spiritual power.
When the two faced each other, he backed down.
Junior sister is my sister, how could this be done?
Fortunately, that secret method didn't work on him.
But what about him, what use is he to Junior Sister?
When it comes to practicing swordsmanship with her, taking care of her daily life, and chatting with her, there are people who do it better than him.
In comparison, he is just a burden on her journey to immortality.
The junior sister comforted her: "Your body is invulnerable, so you can still be used as a human shield."
Since he can't hold the sword with her, it's not a bad idea to stand in front of her.
But I didn't expect that this shield would one day become ineffective...
His bones were only broken and his life was not in danger, but his junior sister drew her sword and rushed forward, crying to avenge him.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and held her hand: Junior sister, why are you crying?
Intention: There will always be obsessions in life, maybe only by letting go can you embrace them.
