One
Shang Qianqiu's family is really too rich, and they live a simple and boring life every day.
So, one day, day or night, the young master had an idea. He wanted to create a sect from scratch!
But... Look at this weirdo in his garden:
A thief who thinks a white bird is a treasure.
A mysterious man who loves making tea but doesn't drink it himself.
A little brat who only knows how to eat every day.
A tomb robber who doesn't keep his mouth shut.
……
These people basically can't be counted on, so what should we do? We can only do it ourselves...
But he has no specific plan at all!
In short, the sect was not established at all, but troubles came one after another...
Until he himself didn't know why he ended up in this situation.
... A missing baby, a red painted wooden box, people dying one after another.
Two
Deep in the cave, there are people who are still carrying a past that they cannot let go of.
If you are born with sin, is it worth continuing to live?
If the sin is imposed on oneself by others, is it qualified to receive death?
He looked at the out-of-reach sun hanging high in the sky until his eyes burned and until his body melted. He still wanted to get close to the sun until he could no longer see the light.
Is the warm color falling around him salvation or pity?
He got no answer.
So, he put down everything, including himself.
Go chase that light.
Until the eyes melt and the body burns.
Three
Duanfang beauty attack × escape young master
All in all, it's a slow-burning, suspenseful story about Xianxia, with a little light comedy (the light comedy mainly comes from the author's occasional brain cramps), and I try to seriously tell a story in my mind.
The full text is saved, the word count is 18w+, it is not long, I hope everyone will enjoy reading it.
Intention: How do people understand each other despite imperfections, and how do they do the right thing within their own limitations?
