One day, Xie Wangsheng gleefully brought home a disciple. Later, he lay in bed with an aching back and sore waist, utterly despairing, and admitted that he'd made a mistake. The winds of change are rising, and the Nine Provinces run red with blood. The scent of wine lingers in his gut as his hair turns white; after ten years of ice-cold drinks, his youthful recklessness has faded. The days when those death-defying youths acted like they had a death wish are finally gone, and no one can stay out of it all.
*Bonus scene:
Xuan Geng: "Master, I hear you have a lot of secret identities?"
Xie Wangsheng waves both hands. "No, no, you have even more."
An exceptionally unlucky, elegant and composed shou master with a long and colorful past x a disciple gong who's a reckless little wolfdog in the early days and a great demon king later on
(1) 1v1, happy ending
(2) The first half is sweet, sweet, sweet; the second half is angsty, satisfying, and sweet.
(3) The views in this story do not represent the author's views. The shou protagonist may be a little crooked.
(4) The author is sensitive, so please express any opinions gently. If you want to drop the story, you don't need to tell me!!!
(5) Four isn't a very auspicious number.
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