Chunqiu Is Like the Wind Passing By

In ancient times, there was a big tree called spring, and autumn was called eight thousand years old. Immortal, immortal, his tears will freeze when they fall to the ground, his flesh and blood can be used to heal human flesh and bones, his eyes are like silver, and like glass, they can last for thousands of years. Therefore, whoever obtains the Great Chun will conquer the world. Ning Qingchen didn't know why he was alive. He had lived for more than 7,900 years, and he had seen life and death. He had seen many generations of prosperous dynasties rise and fall before his eyes. What is the purpose of living? It seems to be to satisfy one's hunger, to live forever, to fulfill one's duties as a great disciple, to... It's to find someone, Looking for the person who was covered in blood in the vast snow, but still took out a steamed bun from his arms and gave it to him with a smile. Looking for the person who led him step by step towards the light when he was in endless darkness. Looking for the person named You Xiran. Thousands of years later, Ning Qingchen found You Xiran, the man who had given everything for him. Unexpectedly, You Xiran's eyes gradually turned dark as he looked at him. Until one day, Ning Qingchen looked at the cold light on her chest and felt inexplicably ironic. Don't you know that I love you... But before he could say anything, You Xiruan struck Japan with a palm... The spiritual power was gone, the Dantian was broken, and the body was covered with bruises. The self-healing ability of the Great Chun was gradually weakened. This seemed to be a once-in-a-million opportunity. Ning Qingchen thought, gathering the last spiritual power and hitting herself. Later, when Ning Qingchen woke up, she found herself in darkness. Wow, oh, I finally died. Ning Qingchen was happy, happy, but not long after she was happy, a system fell from the sky... "Congratulations to the host, you have received a rebirth gift package." Ning Qingchen: Can I refuse? "That's not possible, dear" Ning Qingchen:... Small theater: You Xiran was a child: Master gave me a hug. Ning Qingchen: OK Young boy You Xiran: Hug from Master. Ning Qingchen: OK You Xi Ran Chengcheng: Teacher... Ning Qingchen: Shut up and go away. You are such a big man and you still don't know how much you weigh. You Xiran:...... The weak and sick Thousand-Year-Old Immortal with explosive martial prowess is attacked lovingly by the former (fake) scumbag and the doted on by the dark-bellied, coquettish, yandere The author has something to say: 1. This is my first time writing about ancient times. If you have any questions about your three views, please don't complain. 2. Since the author is busy in the three-dimensional world, the time for updating the article depends on my mood! Yes, it depends on your mood! Depends on your mood! Depends on your mood! Say important things three times! 3. Dear readers, please raise your eyes, read the article, add a bookshelf, and leave a comment. The author is here. Thank you. Intention: One glance for ten thousand years, my heart will please you