You are an unparalleled genius, unparalleled in the world. Once your cultivation was damaged, you experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and committed a huge disaster, you had no choice but to pack your bags and run away overnight.
The old and small family that I was forced to find has gone through many hardships, but it was not easy for you to build it. The leader is idle, the elders are lost in playing with things, the classmates are drunk and dreaming, and the handymen have nothing to do. There is no formal structure from top to bottom;
You gave up on your feelings and focused on cultivating, and the autistic child you picked up at the foot of the mountain and became your junior disciple was also very obedient. After working hard to improve his cultivation and clean up his practices, you finally forced the Mud Sect to climb up the wall. Just when the tide of life is rising, the future is bright, and you are trying to advance towards the goal of reviving the number one sect in the world of immortality, - you failed to advance again and even lost a large part of your memory!
Time jumps to ten years later. The sect has long since returned to its former glory, but the old friends have turned against each other, and they are surrounded by a bunch of completely unfamiliar guys who give them a headache: the ex who is said to be haunted after the breakup, the leader who is said to be a brother-in-law, the boss of the magic cultivator who is said to have formed a bad relationship at some point, the stray cat who is said to have opened up his intelligence after being bullied by you every day (this should be true), and -
"Give me another chance." On the deserted mountaintop, your beautiful junior brother, who was silent, polite and reserved, has grown a head taller than you. He grabbed the hem of your clothes and pulled to hold back tears: "Senior brother... I was wrong..."
"You are?" You sneered, put down the career you had been working on for more than ten years (it was said), packed the package again, and ran away overnight.
A handsome Buddhist boy × a wild dog who is very good at pretending to be good, next year, next year
Thousands of mountains don't recognize the returning ones, and the east wind lingers around the pond for a long time.
Things to note!
1. The copywriting is in the second person, but the main text is not.
2. The author is hopelessly illiterate. If you encounter bugs, please correct them gently!
3. Satisfy xp and release products for self-entertainment. If you are lazy, you will write by yourself when you are in a literary shortage. Updates are irregular.
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Motto: Hard work will eventually pay off