Shen Du, the great disciple of Qingqing Dao, has practiced Taoism for twelve years, and his mind is as still as water, calm and calm.
When a fellow student entered the human world to experience, he simply said "I won't go" and turned around to continue meditating. The elders said that he was born with a ruthless nature and that he was a Taoist wizard who could only be seen in a century. It was a sure thing that he would be escorted to the tribulation period.
Jiang Chuying, the great disciple of Hehuan Sect, has practiced Taoism for eleven years. He is so charming that he confuses all sentient beings.
A classmate said that his biggest worry in life was probably being too good-looking. Twenty-one years old, with a slender waist and long legs, and a charming look and smile. Wearing a lilac smoked shirt and a goose-yellow silk ribbon, the four words "attracting bees and butterflies" are written on every inch of his body.
In this year's sect competition, the two sects met at Qixia Mountain.
Jiang Chuying leaned against the peach tree, glanced at Shen Du from afar, and smiled.
"Senior brother, you look so handsome with a straight face."
Shen Du lowered his eyes and walked past him expressionlessly.
Jiang Chuying slowly added from behind: "I just don't know what it looks like when folded."
Everyone took a breath of cold air - was this trying to seduce the cold-faced King of Hell?
Jiang Chuying raised her lips and smiled, her eyes moving: "What are you afraid of? The spring breeze will not break the willows, I will."
Later, everyone in the Hehuan Sect knew that their senior brother who had been among thousands of flowers had died.
Completely defeated and willing to do so.
And that once-in-a-hundred-year-old genius lost control for the first time on a rainy night and pressed his body against a pillar, his voice hoarse as he said:
"Have you ever used the methods you taught on others?"
Jiang Chuying was breathless from his kiss and laughed intermittently: "... Is it enough just for you?"
The spring breeze blows for a while, ruthlessly bending the waist.
Concept: No matter how cold the ice is, there is still spring.