There is a Tantai Immortal in the Immortal Sect, who is as gentle as jade. He prefers gorgeous clothes and beautiful stones. His talisman array is the best in the three realms, but he only looks down on swordsmen who wield swords and swords.
He picked a taciturn human boy as his apprentice. The boy was stubborn and refused to learn the exquisite talismans. He insisted on becoming a swordsman covered in sweat and stinking. He was so angry that the Immortal Master kept saying "Rotten wood cannot be carved" every day.
The years in the Immortal Mansion are pure and simple, making tea under the flowers, discussing Taoism under the lamp, and having a little junior sister Menghulu as a companion. The days are warm and lively.
But no one knows that under the calm surface of the years, the undercurrent is already raging.
When the three realms were overturned, mountains and rivers were shattered, and all the warmth of the past was crushed in the flames of war.
Master and disciple work side by side, but they are ultimately on different paths.
He protects him thoroughly, and hates him for being decisive.
Love is hidden in the bones and blood, regret is carved into fate, and in the end, there is only a flawless white flower left, covered with dust that no one cares about.
Purpose: Fight against fate and perdition with extreme gentleness, and achieve redemption with sacrifice.
Explore the ultimate choice between love and responsibility: when the one you love becomes the source of catastrophe in the three realms, should you stick to the relationship between master and disciple and change your destiny, or should you bear the pain and give up for the sake of the common people?
Finally, I ended up writing "Chengquan" - the deepest love is that I turn into dust to protect your stability for the rest of your life, even if you never know my thoughts.