[Sword 3] Master Who Perms Hair at the Gate of Cultivating Immortals

[2025.8.30: Jiansan authorization has been launched, and it should be updated in the near future. The previous writing style will be a bit old due to time issues. I will revise it after it is finished. "Crooked? Do you want to perm your hair? Four red, six red, fox and gold will do." The story of a Jiansan account traveling to the world of cultivating immortals. The bitter Bingxin embraces her thighs throughout the text. [Brief introduction to the serious classics] When Bing Xin, a max-level PVP player, woke up, she found that her level had been wiped out and she was transported to a novice village in the world of cultivating immortals? Fortunately, it can still be upgraded. Bing Xin cheered up and started his long road to upgrade. However, along the way, the more people she met and the more complicated things she experienced, the more she gradually discovered that there seemed to be some subtle connection between this world and her original world of the Tang Dynasty. Bits and pieces in the flames of war in the past, days and nights in the current world of cultivating immortals... * Relatives and friends write for fun. It's fun to write and watch. *The title relates to the ending. [This article does not have many CP elements. [Provided by Brain Hole: My love, my love, Master; The author of the article: me. Cover: My love. [Next door's original martial arts "Yeyu Shu Leng Lu" is gradually being placed in the manuscript. [Brief Quote from "Yeyu Sparse Deng Lu"] In the summer of the second year of Guangde, while living in Jiyue in Zhaoxingfang, Chang'an, He Zigui received a letter with only twenty characters, but it mentioned the traces of his former comrades. The past of wolf smoke and beacon fire, the passing years, have been disturbed one after another, but the red dust sword in the hand remains. This sword comes out again, carrying the soul of the wind and moon, and the soul of the red dust. The exchanges of old friends, the hardships of life and death, are reflected in the eyes that are tempered by water and fire. Finally, through the fog of confusion, we can see the persistence that has been entangled for hundreds of years. I have walked through the rivers and lakes, walked through the sky full of wars, and also walked through the ashes of this place in the past ten years. However, life is like a journey against the odds, where is the way forward? Intention: Treat this world with gentleness.