There is an old news circulating in the world.
Ancestor Tuan Xiao, whose name is Nine Thousand Miles.
This person is a rare genius who is rare to see in a century. He is well versed in "Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons" and has unparalleled musical skills. When a song is played, everything in all directions is at his disposal.
He has never shown his true face, but whenever he appears, he will help those in need: helping hungry and cold people, rescuing people who are dying, and countless mortals in the world have received his blessings. Anyone who is lucky enough to see his true face has learned a unique skill and will serve him loyally throughout his life.
But such a man who is almost like a god-man wants to ask the immortal way with a mortal body.
Once he becomes obsessed with evil, his lifelong cultivation will disappear and he will become a useless person. From then on, he will evaporate from the world, and his life and death are uncertain.
Everyone in Tuanxiao Sect kept this secret, and as time went by, the world slowly forgot about this genius.
——Until the owner of the No. 1 Building in the world went out to look for him personally.
When the news came out, the world was in uproar.
The first floor in the world, all the news in the world reaches his ears, and all the money in the world passes through his hands. The poster, Qu Ji, heard that the world only knew that his origins were unknown and his methods were unpredictable, but no one dared to ask him his true story. If he wants to find someone, that person has nowhere to hide.
What the world is even more puzzled about is why such a character would focus on an old person who has long since been destroyed.
Others criticized him for being narrow-minded: "Ninety thousand miles to help the world, the merits are immeasurable, the host's caliber is as big as the sea, why bother with him about the past?"
Qu Jiting raised his eyes, his eyes filled with piercing coldness.
"Even if I dig three feet into the ground and find his dead bones, I still want him to repay everything."
The whole house was silent.
In the shadow of the corner, a figure drinks tea silently, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised:
"You still can't learn well. You should be trained properly."
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Purpose: To rival the gods with a mortal body
