When Jiang Yan was thirteen years old, he was tapped on the shoulder by the head of Wudang and entrusted with an important task, and was sent to be an undercover agent in the Demon Sect.
He was soft-spoken and slow-witted, and he managed to sneak into the core within three years. However, the leader of the Demon Cult decided to send him to the number one killer organization.
Another three years passed, and he blocked the killing god with a horizontal sword, and the Buddha blocked the killing Buddha. With tears in his eyes, the boss of the killer organization sent him to the most mysterious intelligence organization.
Three years later, Jiang Yan went undercover from a righteous disciple to become an inn busboy. During the day, he fed pigs and did odd jobs to deal with the stingy shopkeeper. At night, he wrote reports to three superiors at the same time. He was called a model worker in the world of undercover agents.
I thought that if I had to wait a little longer, my merits would be complete, until the well-dressed and venomous Mr. Jin came to my door and asked him by name to escort him to Yunzhou.
Along the way, bandits blocked the road and enemies sought revenge. Jiang Yan suppressed everyone while holding his vest tightly.
But the longer he walked, the more he felt something was wrong - why did this Mr. Jin, who looked so pampered and unable to carry his shoulders, seemed to have more vests than him?
Jiang Yan: That's bad, I met the undercover fellow king.
1V1, double clean, sand sculpture martial arts, fake honesty but really evil, arrogant pavilion master, happy enemy, relaxed and funny.
Intention: Use the relaxed brushstrokes of sand sculpture to show the optimism of the little people in the world.