Xiu Ge's Yandere Jianghu

After watching the previous film, I said that although the roughness was suppressed in this film, at least in the end I was able to be myself in a cool and unrestrained way. Also, I'm really annoyed by the setting in romance where strong women are stronger than men. Isn't it just a matter of letting Yan Cao go back to become a servant of the sword spirit? Is it really appropriate? It would be better to die happily if you are controlled by others

Brother Xiu finally passed away after a carefree life, and all his wishes were fulfilled. It was great. I have liked Brother Xiu for five years, and it was really emotional to finally see Brother Xiu sleep forever. After all these years, I can't forget the joyful feeling in her body when I first met Brother Xiu. It was really amazing. I instantly fell in love with this rough guy, hahaha. No matter how many times I watch it, it always brings me happiness. I have read countless novels over the years, and Brother Xiu is the only character that I can never forget. I always feel that she is a living person, living in the world, living a happy life, not stopping for anything or anyone, and always being the heartless Brother Xiu. Although her story is very long, it finally comes true and has a happy ending. I am actually quite happy for her. Good night Brother Xiu, may you always have sweet dreams with you.

I'll give my uncle a call first. The question is, those who are overwhelmed by the ending (like me) can watch it. Those who find the ending acceptable can end it here. The characters and stories belong to Uncle Zha, and the ooc belongs to me. The (so-called) other ending of Brother Xiu fanfic The Lord Shen accidentally got a flower seed, which was completely black and had no aura. The old friend who gave the flower seeds said that although the flower has no spirituality, if it is rooted between heaven and earth, filled with auspicious clouds and precious mist, and supported by spiritual light, one can get a flower every hundred years. The petals are stacked one after another, and the mountains and rivers are splashed with freehand brushwork. They are misty and graceful, like lotus flowers in ancient ponds, and are incomparably beautiful. It gathers the colors of hundreds of flowers and the fragrance of thousands of flowers, hence the name Ten Thousand Flowers. God agreed. When he heard the name of the flower, the first thing he thought of was not the figure that had long been blurred behind the years, smiling like a spring flower and the dawning moon, as quiet as mist and settling sand, and looking carefree. But among the long overlapping valleys, there was a cup of green plum blossoms during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. The petals of the attached grass fall off and are crushed into fragrant mud. Above the nine heavens, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds. After all, Shenjun is still not very good at growing flowers. These thousands of flowers are so delicate that they cannot be stained by the seven emotions and six desires. They also need people to accompany them every day to support their souls and ask for help. However, Shenjun has a cold temperament. He holds the sword, strokes it, dances and cleans the sword all day long. He can accompany the sword for several months and watch the sea of ​​clouds rolling up and down. He seems to treat the sword as his beloved little wife. How could Wanhua deserve such treatment? He was arrogant and angry. The Lord Shen looked at the withered and dead petals, feeling all kinds of things in his heart. He held his sword and pondered for a long time, and finally walked away. An old friend accidentally saw it and just touched his beard and said it was his fate. The Lord Shen seemed to feel something. He put away the fierce sword intent all over his body. He was already a young man in his twenties with black hair, white skin, and an emotionless and cold temperament. He said goodbye, put the sword into its sheath, and with a clang, he held it up and left. Under the Nine Heavens, the world has been alive for thousands of years. The Lord God brushed past the embroidered fine silver silk pine pattern trim, the black and white luxurious sleeves, a cold iron blade inserted into the mithril scabbard on the back, the rhombus embossed pattern was like a lotus petal blooming, the cold light was bright, tall and clear, as proud as a cedar. This is the style of the Taoist robe worn by Chunyang Chongxuzi in the past, but now it looks like a flower in the mirror, years have passed. Shenjun was standing on a busy street when a car drove past him and drove away with a stream of smoke. "Look! It's the lamb!" "This one is so beautiful! Where can I buy cosplay costumes? They look so expensive." "Are you wearing makeup? Your skin is so good!" "Look at me, look at me, I'm postmenopausal, can I take a shower?" "Regulated knives are prohibited..." The Lord Shen struggled to escape from it, already exhausted. Dressed in modern attire, Shenjun stood in front of a door and knocked on the door. The door didn't open, but the person next door poked his head out and said, "No one has lived in this house for three years. I heard that the owner was struck to death by lightning. Hahahaha." "Yes." After hearing this, the Lord Shen nodded and turned around to leave. However, after reaching a blind corner, he suddenly disappeared and appeared in the dilapidated house. The house is not big, and there is a thick layer of dust. The instant noodles we just finished are still there. They have become moldy and rotten, and now flies don't even bother to stop. The unplugged computer with a black screen still stood silently, reflecting light faintly. The Lord Shen strolled past the single sofa piled with clothes and trousers, the take-out cards piled high, and a dusty and yellowed photo on the coffee table. In the photo, the woman has a high ponytail and her face is blurred, but her pair of phoenix eyes are particularly clear. The two dark spots capture the camera, her thin lips are pursed and her face is cold. The Lord Shen never stopped, he walked past slowly and was ready to leave. Suddenly he paused. Someone rang the doorbell outside the door. It was a girl with short hair. There was a dusty suitcase parked beside her, with red eyes and tight lips. The person next door said what he just said again, and said: "No one has come here for three years. It's strange that two people are here today." The girl quickly asked: "Who is the other one?" The neighbor described him: "He is very tall, looks a little thin, has very fair skin, and has an expressionless face. He knocked on the door and left - it's really cold. Seeing him in summer makes me feel like the temperature has dropped several degrees." The girl was startled for a moment, wiped her eyes, and left with her suitcase. The Lord Shen came out, appeared from downstairs, walked up and asked, "What is the name of the owner of this house?" When the person next door was about to answer, someone behind Shenjun said: "What is your name?" When Shenjun turned around, he saw a young man in his twenties, with a pair of restrained phoenix eyes and two black pupils. When he was not smiling, he was as deep and unpredictable as the ink abyss. When he smiled, he had a frivolous look, like the moon in the mirror, something that could be expected and unreachable. The god replied: "Eternal silence." "My name is Yanxiu, the treacherous Chengxiu." The young man said, and he lifted the full bag in his hand to the next door, "Cousin, the cook is here." The god opened his mouth and said nothing. Shenjun has been a cook for many years, watching Yan Xiu grow from a vigorous young man to a strong middle-aged man, watching his wrinkles gradually appear, and his hair turning white, but Shenjun still looks like a young man, washing his hands and making soup for him every day. One day, Ren Xiu suddenly made a fuss and asked his adopted son to buy chicken legs to eat. The adopted son went out helplessly. The Lord Shen stood beside Cheng Xiu's bed, looking down at his old appearance with chicken skin and crane head. The Lord Shen asked: Are you happy? Ning Xiu Tao: There is wine and meat, the face is in the morning and evening, the hair is drooping and the mouth is yellow, and there is only one person by your side, you will have no regrets in this life! Yongji said: Are you happy? Yan Xiu didn't say anything, he just slowly closed his eyes and became silent. When the adopted son came back, the room was empty, his eyes were blank, and the crispy chicken in his hand quietly fell to the ground. The Lord Shen returned to Jiutian, and the withered flowers glowed with a hazy halo, like jade and ink. When he came down again, he met a child in a forest full of wild animals. The child was carrying a dagger full of gaps and was covered in blood. He was biting the beast's flesh while watching the god move his sword. With one finger of the Divine Lord, the ninety-nine are unified, the sword energy sweeps in all directions, and the corpse is lying on the ground bleeding for thousands of miles. When the sword is sheathed, the five fingers are tied together, the long body is erect, the belt is light, and it is as awe-inspiring as an immortal. The Lord Shen stood in front of the child with his hands folded and asked, "What is your name?" The child raised his eyelashes from the blood stains, and stared at the Lord God with his upturned phoenix eyes. He said in a hoarse voice: "My name is Ren Xiu." The general stands on the battlefield with a golden sword, an iron horse, a red tassel and a long spear. There are corpses lying around his feet bleeding and floating in the oars. The broken flag in his hand is held high in the smoke and dust. Thousands of arrows have penetrated his body and the broken spear has broken through the armor. The general still has his back as straight as a bamboo. The sword cultivator with the sword behind his back appeared next to him, his face covered with frost, and he said: "Neng Xiu, you are going to die." The general said: "Okay." Lord Shen: "Are you happy?" The general said loudly: "The enemy's thieves are here to listen! My general's life has been completed, and we will never surrender! For all generations, the rivers and seas are clear, and everyone comes and goes. May your soul be at peace!" Lord Shen: "Are you happy?" The general closed his eyes. His soul had left his body, and his spine refused to bend even until death. Holding his flag, he fell to his knees like a mountain, becoming a dead statue that stood forever. Beside the rain shelter made of plastic sheet, Shenjun asked: "What is your name?" His expression was dull and fierce: "Xiu." The delicate-faced flower demon said with a stern look on his face: "My surname is Cheng, and my last name is Xiu." The Lord God comes down many times for nine days, and each time he will accompany a person throughout his or her long or short life. He does three things every time: When you first meet them, ask them their names; wash their hands and make soup for them; when they die, ask them: Are you happy? Some were crazy, some were angry, some were laughing, some were angry, but no one said a word of joy. I don't know how many times, after the Lord God asked that question, the old man who once had gentle and tender eyes like ink opened his hazy eyes and said: "Taoist priest, have you ever been ridiculous?" The Lord Shen was slightly startled. The old man slowly exhaled: If you smile, I will be happy. Three thousand white hairs, red maple leaves for eight hundred miles. The Lord of Gods returned to the Nine Heavens. The ten thousand flowers disappeared, and there was an extra person beside his chessboard. The man had a pair of dark phoenix eyes, his head was supported on his thin wrists, and his dark black hair covered half the table. His black robe covered his white undershirt, and his hair was as black as black and his skin was like snow. He glanced at the Lord of Gods without blinking for a long time, and then suddenly smiled. This smile is like spring flowers blooming, hazy and freehand, so beautiful that it makes people's hearts beat and they can't help but feel happy. The man said: "Friend Zao, come warm the bed."

The system is true love. He said that he disliked Brother Xiu, but secretly fulfilled all of Brother Xiu's wishes. In the end, they even shut down the computer together. I was really moved by the idiotic behavior of the system.

Oh, I also asked why Brother Xiu refused to accept Yongji after being beaten to death. It turned out that he was just here to recover the sword spirit. Even if he was sincere, he only had two or three points. You are so stupid. The whole story was hilarious and the ending was brutal. It would be better if Yongji was not there. However, the ending system only got 99% and then closed the system. Ah! Labor and capital are being tortured to death?????????

It ended so refreshingly and felt like it ended just right. To be honest, I don't like Eternal Silence. The sincerity I pursued in the beginning was a scumbag in the end when I achieved immortality and enlightenment. What I hate the most is this kind of monk who takes advantage of other people's sincerity and true feelings to break up relationships and burn bridges across rivers. Moreover, apart from his cooking skills, Yongji relied on force to suppress Brother Xiu. Fortunately, Brother Xiu is Brother Xiu, let's go away in style!

Brother Xiu came from the Jidao Demon Lord next door, from Brother Xiu to a great master and then to Lao Wang. I came too late and missed a lot. I just want to ask, is Dafa still printing? QWQ Also, it doesn't sound like Xia is optimistic and it makes me feel QWQ

After all, Brother Xiu has no expectations for Eternal Silence. He has no expectations, so he will not be disappointed. In the end, he just sighs: There are three thousand worlds in the world, and the road is impermanent. Wherever you come from, you will go back again. You will be a passerby all your life.

Brother Xiu finally got what he wanted. Unexpectedly, it turned out that Mr. System was the ultimate winner who finally got the beauty...

Yan Xiu is so good... Every time I see him, I feel happy. When I click on this article, I feel as if I have accompanied him through the smoke-filled battlefield, the quiet and peaceful valley, the bustling streets, and the snow-covered Kunlun all year round. I follow his figure and watch him galloping on his horse, smiling freely, raising his neck to drink a sip of wine, and the unswallowed wine is scattered in the dust by the wind. If you feel sad, just look at Brother Xiu and your whole body will cheer up. Alas... It's a pity that he refuses to marry me QAQ.