Like a Fairyland

Her path is full of flowers, and his love flows quietly. Shen Sijin stood on the top of Wenxin Cliff, his clothes flying like a crane. The sea of ​​clouds is rolling beneath your feet, and behind you is the snow that has never melted for thousands of years. A hundred years old, she formed an elixir and her sword heart was clear - everyone said that her path to immortality was destined to be beautiful and beautiful. But she always remembers the sword practice field at dawn, with the morning dew still lingering. There was a boy who wielded the most basic sword moves over and over again, and the blood from the cracked jaws stained the hilt of the sword red. "Qin Xiuyuan," she called his name for the first time, "Why are you so desperate?" The young man wiped the sweat from his face and reflected the rising sun in his eyes: "Because I also want to see the path that senior sister has walked." ＊ That year when there was a riot in the Demon Abyss, she held the sword and guarded the formation for three days and three nights. When her spiritual power was almost exhausted, someone suddenly held her trembling hand. Qin Xiuyuan was covered in blood, and the sword in his hand had been broken into two pieces. "Senior sister," he stuffed the last talisman into her palm, "I will protect you this time." Later, it was spread in the world of cultivation: There is always a stubborn sword cultivator in front of the cave of Elder Shen of Wanjian Sect. From spring to winter, from foundation building to Nascent Soul. Like a traveler chasing the light, and like a pine guarding the moon. "Like a beautiful fairyland..." She touched the names standing side by side on the life cards. Someone behind her gently tied a newly blooming peach blossom on her hairpin. She walked on the beautiful fairy road, and he chopped thorns to accompany her. ＊ Reading guide: 1: Genius female cultivator × struggling male protagonist. Purpose: Work hard in the world of cultivation