Xue Zheng has a young martial uncle who is good-looking and very good at fighting. The inner elixir of the evil demon that he can kill can be named as high as a hill when built up.
At that time, wherever I went in the sect, I could hear my peers boasting about my junior uncle. He was the pride of the sect, a rare talent that could only be seen in a century, and he was elegant and independent. Xue Zheng looked up to his junior uncle and felt extremely proud. He dreamed of becoming someone like his junior uncle.
Later, the junior uncle died, and in the next ten years or so in the Beiwen Sect, Yu Songjingjue never had anyone who could do it. The world only knows that Bei Wen Zong's medical skills are unique in the world, and Song Jing Jue's memory in the world is like a book buried in dust, lying in a forgotten corner, silently waiting to disappear. Xue Zheng refused to accept it and practiced hard. However, there was no shortage of geniuses in this world. He was indeed not as talented as his junior uncle. When it came to the martial arts competition, he only earned sixth place. At that time, Yue Qiuyu, the recognized genius of Jiuxiao Palace, was in On another stage, he shook off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, wiped his sword and put it away in one go, and the part of the blue gauze decorated on his sleeves that had been cut off due to the previous martial arts competition also floated down with this action, creating a feeling of being immortal.
Ho-te.
Xue Zheng hugged his swollen arm from the fight with the strong man on the opposite side and despised Yue Qiuyu's pretentiousness in his heart as he walked down the ring dejectedly, his sore back molars aching.
There was a white moonlight cinnabar mole on the tip of Yue Qiuyu's heart. She had been deeply in love with her for many years, but she didn't want to be fascinated by a flashy peacock later.
Concept: A low-profile fairy fights monsters and falls in love