Muyun Sect has an unwritten rule: don't provoke Senior Sister Ruoqiu from Jianyu Peak.
She established her foundation at the age of fifteen, was ruthless with her sword, and cut off relatives in public. She was the seed of swordsmanship that could only be seen in a century. It's as cold as snow that never melts all year round.
People say she is ruthless and ruthless.
But Yan Suxian knew that she was not!
That day, Fu Xiu was squatting in the corridor drawing water-avoiding charms. The ink was blurred three times by the rain, and a dry shadow suddenly fell above his head. The man stood with his sword in hand, not looking at her or saying a word, but just shielded her from the rain for half a quarter of an hour.
Later, Yan Suxian found out that the senior sister had made a special trip to return the talisman she had lost that day.
"Don't throw it away next time." Zhao Ruoqiu said.
Yan Suxian smiled and agreed, then turned around and drew the matter into a talisman. The night when the talisman was completed, the light soared into the sky. The elder asked after him which ancient talisman it was.
She said it was a new painting, and it was called "Senior Sister Protects the Rain."
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On the night when the devil reappeared, Yan Suxian rushed to the square with a bunch of new talismans in hand.
She has never been the kind of person who follows rules. She does not follow the rules when drawing talismans. She does not care about the future in practice. She only believes in one thing and hits the wall without looking back.
Three thousand disciples in the square
Xie Hao rested cross-legged, his swords covered with thin ice.
Si Qinyun was silent. He hadn't found her yet. Would this be a farewell forever?
The leader is making the final mobilization, and the elders are counting the number of people.
Zhao Ruoqiu stood with a sword in hand, with no snow covering three feet of her body.
Yan Suxian stepped on the talisman lights all over the floor and ran up, panting, still smiling casually.
"Sister, I drew a new talisman for you."
"What's it called?"
"I haven't thought about it yet."
Zhao Ruoqiu looked at her for a long time before sheathing her sword.
"... Come back and think about it slowly."
Mission: Live up to the time, ordinary people can become great people