Brother Xianxia
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In the sixth year of Patriarch Qingcang's ascension, Teng Wuyou picked up a child.
The infant baby's eyes were closed tightly. Teng Wuyou stretched out his hand to feel his breath and found that he was still alive.
We are destined to meet each other. From now on, you can be my disciple.
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Seven years ago, the disciples held an election.
Teng Yu stood beside the headmaster and looked down. In the bustling square, there was a girl who was very conspicuous.
Wearing a dark red gold woven round collar robe and a gold lock hanging around his neck, one could tell that he was a rich man. But it wasn't his clothes that made him so conspicuous. Among the disciples of sects such as Qingcang Sect, which one would run for election was not rich or noble? There is no doubt that this child is indeed good-looking, with fair skin and a high nose, which made Teng Yu take a second look.
As if aware of Teng Yu's gaze, the little boy who was looking around also raised his head and looked at Teng Yu.
Their eyes met, and the boy only glanced at Teng Yu twice, then hurriedly lowered his head and said something to the waiter walking beside him.
This child is quite good-looking, Teng Yu thought, but he just doesn't know how good his bones are.
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*This is my first post, the plot is crappy and the writing is no good. Please be merciful if there are any problems such as illogical logic!
Intention: I hope you are well and everything goes well.