My name is A'Zhu, and I live in Tingxiangxiang Pavilion. I am a little girl who can easily deceive others.
It wasn't until I had a dream that I realized that I was actually the person in the storybook - I would fall in love with the unparalleled hero named Qiao Feng in the future, and then I would disguise myself as my father and be beaten to death on the Bluestone Bridge by his own hands.
What a big pit.
I wanted to avoid his sharp edge, but I didn't want to help an old monk sweeping the floor at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. He praised me, "I think your bones are amazing, and you are destined to be my Buddha."
Later, I learned that this seemingly inconspicuous old man was a Buddhist power who could force back Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo with one blow.
On a rainy night at Qingshi Bridge, when the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms struck my face, I showed off the seventy-two stunts with my backhand.
Qiao Feng: "?" I ×
Xiao Feng: "??" Didi didi...
The sweeping monk (putting his hands together): "Amitabha, disciple, please be gentle, don't break the precepts."
Intention: The theory of fate traps those who accept their fate. Even if the road ahead is set, you can still use your own strength to create a new smooth path on the cliff.