Yun Juan just wants to retire. She has been guarding the bookstore for ten years, and her biggest wish is not to get involved with the court again. But on the eve of the ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, the substitute Imperial Master ran away, and she was the only girl left in the city who was both literate and unable to run. She was taken out of bed by the Chief of Ceremonies, put on the Imperial Master's robe and pushed to the high platform. The sky was covered with dark clouds on the stage, and the officials' legs were weak. Memories from three hundred years ago suddenly flooded into her mind - she was once the first generation of national master Gu Hong, who suppressed the Demon Lord of the North Sea, and was reincarnated in exchange for peace and quiet to seal the memory. Now her cultivation has been cleared, leaving only a sword heart.
She wanted to shout "We caught the wrong person" and casually said "It's me". The dark clouds cleared and purple energy came from the east. From that day on, every word she said would be regarded as a secret: she casually said "It's going to rain, my mother wants to get married, let it be", and it really rained heavily in three northern states for a hundred years; she made a casual comment, and all the civil and military officials in the court understood it overnight. She just wanted to continue fishing and retire, but the court, the immortal sect, and the demonic sect came one by one to kneel down, test her, and ask for advice.
What's even more troublesome is that the emperor seems to have been waiting for her for a long time, and the demon king in Beihai who she suppressed for three hundred years is about to break his seal. While she was trying to pretend to be an unfathomable national teacher, she was desperately looking for a way out, but she found that her casual words were becoming more and more true - she seemed to have really made the word "retirement" a secret. From the perspective of the heroine, the main line is career and the emotional line is strong.
Intention: The altar is created by misunderstanding, but it is the true heart that can stand on the altar. The civil and military officials in the dynasty misunderstood her, deified her, and worshiped her, but these were not important; what was important was that she knew she did not want to be a god, but she still stayed because she could not let go of others.