The person Ning Niannian admires the most in her life is her junior uncle. After all, she is the only one in the world who can survive despite the scum of the human emperor, the lord of the demon world, and a bunch of talented people. Ning Niannian thought that she was a complete playboy. After all, she had spent thousands of gold to get drunk and have sex with him. However, after Ning Niannian came down from the mountain, he realized that her actions were nothing compared to her uncle. Her uncle had spent tens of thousands of dollars to make the frosty land of Xijing look like spring overnight. The longer Ning Nian Nian went down the mountain, the more absurdities she heard from her uncle, and the more people she met who owed evil debts to her uncle. She once pointed at the stars and the moon in Wangjing Tower and counted the people her uncle had killed since she traveled down the mountain, ranging from emperors, generals, princes, sons, princes, and grandsons to the rough and tumble people in the world. After counting, she asked the dead ice cube next to her, "Do you think I can live to see my uncle?" The ice cube just said lightly, "It's difficult."
When Ning was eighteen years old, she finally arrived at Frost Snow City. She thought she had finally stopped. But she didn't expect that what she saw was three thousand lonely graves and a half-dead and half-alive beggar. The beggar looked at her for a long time. After a long time, he made a clear statement to her. He left her a jade pendant and never spoke again. Ning Niannian found out that the beggar was Huang Liang only after a long time. A dream of yellow liang. When Ning returned to the mountain every year, her nagging father, for the first time, didn't ask anything. He just told her to put away the jade pendant, bathe and change clothes, and go to the ancestral hall to burn incense. Ning Niannian knelt in the ancestral hall and looked at the memorial tablets. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of what to say. After holding it in for a long time, he finally bowed and said, "Master, remember to hit me hard."
Intention: Old things pass through the years, just spectators