Regarding the issue of attack and reception... Let me give you a thorough explanation, and it may be arranged later, hahahaha
He was dressed in white, his eyes were cold and elegant, like a fairy.
He was wearing a black robe, his eyes were smiling, and he was as tender as water.
He always struggled with this question: "Master, will you not want me?"
He always answered him: "A teacher can only accept one disciple in his life."
He regarded him as his only relative, and he only wanted to accompany him for the rest of his life. However, it was difficult to fulfill his wish, and they ended up becoming strangers.
He pierced his last hope with a sword. He opened his mouth, and the words he spoke were choked in his throat. He stared blankly at the sword with a cold light on his chest. He couldn't react for a moment, and he couldn't feel the pain. Everyone was watching this scene, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
It wasn't until Yan Juechen pulled out the sword and Wei Changqing spurted out a mouthful of blood that he realized that the sword strike just now was from his master.
Master wants to... Kill him.
Five years later...
"Master, long time no see."
Yan Juechen's eyes were cold and he said, "What do you want, Lord, to do this time?"
Wei Changqing still had a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked at him carefully for a long time before saying: "I have been thinking about Master for a long time. This time I just want to invite Master to the magic city as a guest."
"Okay."
"Master, I only have you, don't leave me, okay?"
Intention: He is my obsession, my salvation, and the starlight under Mu Ye.