Li Xianqing is regarded as the number one swordsman, with excellent bones, stunning talent and ruthless skills, but he is more famous than this for his beauty.
According to legend, a hundred years ago, during the war between the three realms, the former Demon Lord almost raised a white flag on the spot when he saw that he could not walk.
In response to this, the former Demon Lord became furious——
"Fart!"
"That kid's appearance is not even half as good as mine!"
Xie Zhan was dressed in red, lying lazily on the tree trunk and listening to his father's complaints. His wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a pale arm, clean and clear, like an immortal.
"How beautiful is it?" He casually asked the subordinate who came to report.
The subordinate was in a daze and swallowed his saliva.
That night, Xie Chan sneaked into Kunlun.
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Everyone in Kunlun knew that Li Xianqing had been in seclusion since the war.
Little did he know that he, the number one, had long since become a waste. The war had caused him to lose all his cultivation and his spiritual roots. Fortunately, he had a senior brother who loved him and raised him to be an idler in the sect.
One night, when he couldn't sleep, he picked up a cub at the foot of the mountain.
The little cub looked very good, but unfortunately it was covered in blood. His pale hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes and called him master.
He knelt down and poked his face: I am not your master.
The little boy stared at his twinkling eyes and called again: Master.
Okay, for the sake of his soft face.
Li Xianqing personally raised him.
Finally, the day came for the war between the three realms.
Everyone in Kunlun watched helplessly as the glorious Senior Brother Xie drew his sword and pointed it at Li Xianqing, and said quietly: "I heard that Master is the number one swordsman in the world of swordsmanship, and Xie Yun from the demon world came here to ask for advice."
Li Xianqing: "..."
She was still pestering him for a hug yesterday.
Facing a disciple who was taller than him, Li Xianqing had to tell the truth: "I can no longer cultivate the ruthless way, and I can't draw my sword against you."
Xie Yu paused: "You... Gave up the ruthless way because of me?"
Li Xianqing said in shock: "No, it's because..."
"I understand." Xie Chang interrupted him.
On this day, the celebration banquet prepared by the Demon Realm suddenly turned into a wedding banquet - the Demon Lord actually snatched the number one sword cultivator back to the Demon City to be his bride!
That night, Xie Zhan was dressed in a red wedding dress, with affection boiling in his eyes. He clasped his fragile hand tightly, intertwined with his fingers, and chuckled: "You should have told me about such a thing earlier."
Li Xianqing: "..."
Help, what have you figured out?
Purpose: Hard struggle
