As a young master from the north, Su Ran fell in love with the water and soil of the south, and traveled thousands of miles to a mountain gate in the middle of Sichuan to learn martial arts and become an immortal. He wanted to become a useful talent in the future and show off his skills in this peaceful era.
The tone of the mountain gate is lingering, the air is pleasant, and the dryness in the north is completely useless. Standing at the mountain gate and overlooking all the living beings, Su Ran sighed incomparably, I will have to protect these people from now on!
Tianzi, needless to say, there must be something like this. Even if there has never been a single immortal cultivator for generations, the Su family believes that all the good blood of their ancestors has been given to Su Ran.
Not to mention family background.
The blue gauze was light and swaying in the wind. In the haze, Su Ran saw his junior brother.
"Senior Brother Su! Master calls you!"
"Senior brother, can you teach me some magic?"
"Senior brother, please bring a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"
"Senior brother, please bring me a token of love. I will marry you from now on. I don't want the betrothal gift. I can just bring my own dowry!"
"Nonsense, bring more dowry."
Cold Senior Brother × Lively Junior Brother
Idea: The branches of the willow tree have sprouted. Let's soothe them.