Under overhaul.
After a hundred years of absence, I called back to the sect.
Just as his own closed disciple.
I thought that my disciples were living a happy life, but I didn't expect that everything would change.
"I don't have a master like him!" The young disciple said.
"I hate him!" The second disciple dropped the tea cup, causing pieces to fly everywhere.
"I dream about him every day. Do you know what the dream is?" Asked the eldest disciple.
Call for a weak response: "I don't know."
"I want to torture him day and night, break his bones and turn him into ashes."
If you don't understand, feel aggrieved.
Maybe the decision back then was wrong.
Now his soul is riddled with holes, his eyes can never see anything, and the sun and the moon have to suffer from cramps and marrow removal.
Although he took the form of mountains and rivers and was decreed by heaven, he could only live as a human being for three lives.
If you don't reach the immortal path early, your body will die and your path will disappear. From then on, the green mountains will be lifeless and the green water will be lifeless.
But what can he do? Should he blame him for the bet he made for his apprentice?
I will cry when I know the truth.
This is probably a story that is cruel first and then sweet.
HE 1v1
Ps: Gong is the great disciple
Intention: No regrets, no regrets.
