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The real record of the vicious-tongued second senior brother and the good-for-nothing fifth junior brother's pursuit of immortality.
Core tag
Cultivation of Immortals / Two Male Protagonists / Strong / Senior / Relaxing and Funny
Introduction text
The head of Taihua Sect has a bad habit: he likes to wander around, and he also likes to pick up people.
Every time Master leaves in style, the mess left behind is all the responsibility of Senior Sister Shen Qingyun.
Recently, Master picked up another young man with extremely bad bones but stubborn eyes - Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng originally thought that joining the First Sect would be the beginning of changing his destiny against the will of heaven.
Unexpectedly, on the first day he entered the school, he would get into trouble with the most difficult person in the sect—Second Senior Brother Xie Wuwu.
Xie Wuwang, the number one person in Taihua Sect's formation, was born with the skin of an immortal and a mouth that tempers poison.
The first time he looked at Lu Changsheng, he sneered: "What Master picked up this time is probably not a straw bag used to make up numbers."
From then on, Lu Changsheng's path to immortality became particularly "exciting":
The second senior brother's mountain-protecting formation failed on him, causing him to fall into the Spiritual Beast Garden;
The communication talisman of the second senior brother was specially used to mock him for practicing wrong sword moves today;
The second senior brother even called him "trash" with a cold face when he was injured, while stuffing the most precious elixir into his mouth.
Lu Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore: "Xie Wuwang, to what extent do you dislike me?"
Xie Wuwang shook his folding fan and glanced at him casually: "It doesn't suit your eyes? If it really doesn't suit your eyes, do you think you can survive the day you get started?"
Later, the demonic army pressed on the territory, and the Taihua Sect was in danger.
Everyone retreated, except for the two senior brothers who were usually the most difficult to deal with, standing back to back in front of the mountain gate.
Xie Wuwang's formation started, and Lu Changsheng's sword intention emerged.
When the blood dyed his robe red, Lu Changsheng heard the man's usually cold voice tinged with trembling and tenderness:
"Lu Changsheng, live a good life for me. When I go back, I won't scold you anymore."
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