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[Following the article: "My Disciple Keeps a Widow for Me", please pre-accept the column] During the reporting ceremony on the last day of the military training for the first grade students at the High School Affiliated to the Normal University, the head coach finished his speech on the leaky rostrum. Someone pushed the drum set from far to near. Wearing a camouflage military training uniform, he stood steadily in the rain screen, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. He smiled and turned the drum stick in his hand, and beat it as if no one was watching. The place turned upside down. From then on, the whole school knew that in the first year of high school there was a talented art student who was extremely flamboyant. The genius turned around and entered the cultural class and didn't touch any musical instrument for a year. Later, at a New Year's Day party, the class with the worst grades, the worst sports, and the worst art in the school put together a two-person program. The name of the program: Li Guang. They saw the two young men on the stage, under the gaze of thousands of people, standing and sitting at the light source in the center of darkness, smiling and kissing. [Under the valley river, you are the starlight twinkling among the gravel] A talented drum set boy who rebelled against the orthodoxy was brutally attacked by a true scholar and a scumbag The copy was left on July 13, 2020 This article will be uploaded to v on May 28th, and a 10,000-word chapter will drop. Thank you for your support all the way [Bow] · Pre-released article "My Disciple Keeps a Widow for Me" (title of article to be determined, Disciple is Gong) In the first year of the five declines of heaven and man, Lord Huai'an Shen Jingqiu died and sacrificed his life to save the common people. The decline of the world of cultivation was completely reversed, and everything was waiting for prosperity. Jiang Su (sù), the disciple of Lord Huai'an, was elected as the lord to protect the world. Shen Jingqiu was eating melon seeds in the chaos, and nodded happily, saying that the boy was teachable and had the talent to be a teacher. Twenty-two years later, the spirit of the world of cultivation was gone. The building collapsed overnight and mourning was everywhere. Shen Jingqiu watched Jiang Su's expression as usual as he took off his blood-stained robe, put on the uniform of a junior disciple of Xuanhuang Mountain, walked into Lord Huai'an's mausoleum step by step, opened the coffin, put on his clothes and lay down in it. "Master, today is the winter solstice, and I have given you some sacrifices." "But they are all ugly, don't look at them." "Look at me." Shen Jingqiu was stunned, and the melon seeds fell to the ground:... Is there something wrong with this script? · Jiang Su has been walking alone in the darkness for twenty-two years. He has no idea what is good and what is evil. He only knows that some people must die. So he killed those people, washed away the blood and climbed into the master's coffin, hugging a pile of bones and fell asleep. When he woke up, he found a white jade floor tile in front of him, with an immortal standing on a high platform, and his compassionate eyes dropped downward. Jiang Su saw his kindness. Blackened paranoid attack × great compassion (a ghost) Intention: Never give up the possibility of improvement