She is Cen Zhixing, a little red fox demon who practices mountain spirituality. Her temperament is as bright as the morning sun, and she looks like a little sun. She accidentally wandered into the Kunlun Fairy Mountain, and ended up relying on Ling Feng, the immortal who was known for being cold and ascetic in the three realms. After becoming a disciple, she stuck to him every day, begging him softly, and pestering him to teach her magic techniques. She didn't realize that she had become the only exception in his eyes, and fell into the gentle trap he had set up.
She broke the fairy rules by secretly picking fairy peaches from Yaochi. He publicly punished her to meditate on the cliff for three months, but secretly sent the fairy boy to serve her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cloud cake every day. She fell short in the sword competition with her fellow disciples, and her eyes were red with grievances. The next day, the disciple was sent to guard the extreme. Beihan Peak will never return; she accidentally saw Xian'e draped in cloud brocade, and casually praised it for its beauty. Three days later, her Qingwu Immortal Residence was filled with boxes of brocade, but he said calmly: "The warehouse has been gathering dust for a long time. It would be a shame to leave it alone. You can use it."
All the immortals are envious of the little red fox demon Cen Zhixing who has the green eyes of the immortal. They only know that although the immortal Lingfeng is cold-hearted, he protects his disciples alone. No one knows that his Ningshuang Immortal Mansion hides the twisted sword tassels she knitted, and the childish portrait she drew is pressed on the desk. Even in daily retreats, her spiritual consciousness is always chasing her figure unconsciously. Those seemingly unintentional thoughtfulness were all his long-planned favoritism. He was deeply sinister, but he only gave it to her.
After a drunken night, she nestled in his arms, grabbed his sleeves softly and asked: "Master, do you love me the most?" Lingfeng, who was always indifferent, clasped her waist and held her closer, his eyes filled with tenderness and darkness that had been hidden for a hundred years. He lowered his head and brushed against the top of her hair. His voice was as hoarse as the pine wind ringing the stone: "Otherwise, what will I do if I keep you by my side, year after year?"
Intention: Boring hahaha
