As Shen Hua, a young man in the 21st century who does not believe in evil or religion, he never thought that such a thing as wearing a book could really happen to him. It wasn't until the next day that he opened his eyes and saw the antique bed tent, the disciple who was kneeling on the ground wearing a fairy-like air, and the old man with a white beard beside the bed. No matter how much he comforted himself, he could not keep his face expressionless. This full of ancient style made the corners of his mouth twitch, so the disciples of Duanyan Peak were very "honored" to see their usually cold and bright elder with an "epileptic" look on his face. And it left an indelible shadow on their psyches.
As a man from the Northeast, he was particularly dissatisfied with the body he had traveled through time. Just when he was complaining about his distaste for this body, he didn't realize that the eyes of his new apprentice were quietly changing.
"Evil disciple, let go of being a master!" Chen Hua looked at the little disciple in front of her, and the barrage of complaints in her heart had already reached the sky! "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is this little little brat doing? He has no control over his father! Why is this little brat in heat pointing at me! What about the system! What do you do for food? You don't care! Lord! I tell you, you can't be so arrogant in your leadership! You can stay on the line in your leadership so that we can meet you in the future!!!" "Bastard! Do you know that I am your master!"
Intention: Evil will not suppress good