There is a mythical being in the Three Realms. His deeds of transforming thousands of monsters without being stained with blood have been spread throughout the fairy world for hundreds of years.
His name is Wen Ruoxun, and he is a demon hunter.
He is famous for three things: his handsome face, his resolute tactics, and his ability to overcome evil spirits.
Let's not mention the first point. The latter two points alone are beyond the reach of many people. Countless people wanted to ask him who he studied under, but without exception they only got the answer "I don't know" from him.
He didn't like lying. If he didn't know, he just didn't know, or he had forgotten.
It wasn't until the siege of Langfeng Mountain was underway a thousand years ago that he single-handedly resisted the seventy-one immortals and protected millions of little demon queens from death, and was buried with the world.
The little demon under his protection built a temple for him and worshiped him for thousands of years, until his body was struck by lightning and the tunnel was raised.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Return to Master, it's only a thousand days." One year on earth is one day in heaven.
"Are you my apprentice?"
"Yes." A peach blossom demon with a relatively low cultivation level said respectfully.
Wen Ruoxun stretched out his hand to explore his consciousness: "My cultivation is too shallow, I will be kicked out of the school!"
Peach Blossom Demon: "..." Have the etiquette I taught him for a hundred years been struck by lightning along with the memory?
Jiang Zhi then thought: Oh no, I forgot what I taught him a thousand years ago.
Even my master has been forgotten.
Jiang Zhi
[The black-faced, slutty, black-cut, white peach-blossom demon master attacks x with a heart for beauty and power in the world, and brutally captures the demon master's "disciple" and suffers]
There is no prototype in fictional history. It mainly tells the story of one immortal and one demon master and apprentice, who exchanged identities, ate, slept, found memories, fell in love, played with mobile phones and beat bosses. The writing style is rather ancient. If you mind, please leave now.
Happy reading
Purpose: Even if a person dies, he cannot be resurrected
