Everyone envies me for having the best Taoist companion in the world.
He is handsome, highly cultivated, and has a gentle temper.
What's even more rare is that he treats me so obediently that he doesn't hesitate to disobey his elders and bring me, a baseless mortal, into the Taoist palace to practice.
But I am the only one who knows that the swords he and his senior brother had were originally two-pronged swords, one with Huai Zhu and the other with Yunyu.
Huaizhu Yunyu is cold and dustless. Only when they walk together in the wind can the spring water swordsmanship in their hands be tainted with the worldly atmosphere.
On the day when my Taoist partner took me back to the mountain to beg him to agree to the marriage, I watched helplessly as the Immortal Lord, whose head was as white as snow, lost control for the first time, and the jade-bone plum blossoms on the mountain bloomed one after another like decay.
My Taoist companion was kneeling on the ground in the residual red, with his back straight and his face pale. He still clutched the sword tassel given to him when he was a boy in his hand.
I have always been the most self-aware person, and I am also very knowledgeable about emotions and interests.
There was no solution for the three of us to remain in a stalemate, so I invited myself to the front line in northern Saibei. Later, I had bad luck and died there again.
Twenty years later, I crawled out of the soil, dusted myself off and went to drink wine.
After drinking for three rounds and chatting, I thought I would hear good news about my former Taoist companion.
Unexpectedly, I learned that on the day I died in the city, he finally defeated the last sword technique and gained the ruthless way.
Intention: Cherish when you should cherish it