I, Li Yan, have lived in seclusion from the martial world for many years.
Love, hate, and all those tangled feelings have faded like smoke. These days, I have only one hobby: growing flowers.
One day, my flowers were stolen.
I love my flowers like children, so of course I went down the mountain to look for my precious babies.
But not only did I fail to find them, I also got dragged into all kinds of martial-world rumors. Some claimed my flowers were poisoned and anyone who touched them would die. Someone said they saw me seize the Shufang Manual by force. Others wanted to kill me in the name of justice, supposedly to avenge the entire Xiangxue Hall.
What kind of crappy sect is that? Back when I was active in the martial world, I never even gave them the time of day.
In this vast martial world, only one handsome young monk believed me.
As everyone knows, I have hated bald donkeys all my life.
But no matter how many times I look at this particular bald donkey, he seems awfully familiar.
Later, my friend couldn't understand why the great Ghost God Ye would avoid a bald donkey as if he were a snake or scorpion.
Friend: "Did you have a grudge?"
Me (covering my face): "We slept together."
"Reader's Guide"
Mendel, retired young, legendary king with a secret identity, shou x Buddhist sect's junior uncle, empty of worldly desires but impure of heart, patient younger gong
The Feng Gui Xu martial-world series
Theme: All I wish for is the warmth of everyday life and peach and plum trees in front of my home.
