[Following the ancient story "Seizing the Jiao", I fell in love with my sister-in-law and cut myself off for my brother's death. I beg you all the soft-hearted babies to give it a thumbs up!
After ten years of being granted the title of Shu, the Immortal Sect was in decline.
The Demon Sect has selected almost all the major sects except Changle Sect. It's not that Changlemen is so powerful, but because the ghost cultivator Feng Changxue, who is both good and evil, is frozen in the mountain behind Changlemen.
Although both the immortal and demon worlds were unwilling to have such a variable, Feng Changxue still woke up.
Under the concerted invitation of the Immortal Sect, they invited Buddha Ziwanshi of Dongjia Mountain who had escaped from the world for a long time.
He plucked the string of beads, facing the wind and snow every day, as if he wanted to knock her into a Buddha's heart with just a wooden fish.
Feng Changxue seemed to have heard a very funny joke.
"I cultivate the path of life and death, and my heart is like a ghost. Master Buddhist cultivator, are you talking to me about compassion? They say that demons and Buddhas can appear in a single thought, so we might as well take a bet and see whether you break the precepts first or I become a Buddha first."
The two tried for several years, but to no avail.
She thought that the two of them had the same level of cultivation and the same level of Taoism.
She can't bear the world, and he can't touch the mortal world.
Until the news spread throughout the world of cultivation that Wanshi and the goddess became a Taoist couple.
Feng Changxue shattered the barrier and moved to the top of Dongjia Mountain in an instant. Wanshi was dressed in red, which made the corners of his usually cold eyes tinged with fireworks.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the newlyweds at her feet, almost laughing.
"What a dual practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism, with a balance of yin and yang. It's really interesting."
"It turns out that the Buddhist cultivator has no worldly world in his heart, so why should he deceive himself and others to save me?"
Feng Changxue suddenly felt that there was no point in winning the bet.
Life and death are one, death first leads to rebirth, the more tragic the death, the more diligent the cultivation will be after rebirth.
So, she chose the most tragic one, the one with no bones left, the soul disintegrated, and even the spirit could not be found, and she successively broke through the three levels of cultivation and transformed into the divine realm.
A lot happened during the ten years she spent sleeping in the long night.
So much so that when she saw Wu Shi again, she didn't recognize for a moment that the black-haired demon cultivator in front of her with stern eyebrows was actually the Buddhist disciple from back then?
"Long time no see, Lord Buddha." Feng Changxue pressed her head against Wan Shi's cold breastplate and whispered in his ear, "You are just a distraction on my way to practice."
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Reading Guide
*I am a cultivator, so don't be too particular about it. The system of cultivating immortals does not affect the plot.
*The female protagonist Sa, the female protagonist is crazy in the early stage, and the male protagonist is crazy in the later stage, against A
*The plot and emotions are 64, and the copywriting is not all
* No time travel, no system, no tasks, and the same world view to complete the high-scoring essay "Ignorance of God"
*The writing style is stable and the quality is good. Please accept it in advance.
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Continuation of "Bullying a Jiao (Uncle and Sister-in-law)"
Xiong Jing/The twisted melon is very sweet/Star Addiction/The Widow
[Lingding Xiaobaihua
In the thirteenth year of the Spring Calendar, Daxia suffered a bloody victory outside Changting, resulting in heavy casualties.
The border guard general Jiang Zhixuanjia was bathed in blood, disobeyed the order and personally helped his elder brother's coffin back to his residence.
Once you keep it, it lasts seven days.
Jiang Zhi sat alone in front of the coffin, drinking wine in front of the coffin. He was known as the God of Killing, and no one in the palace dared to come forward to serve him, let alone urge him to do so.
It was extremely late at night, and outsiders came to the mourning hall.
Along with the footsteps, there is also the fragrance of crabapples in spring.
The girl's hair was not combed into a bun, and her plain white mourning clothes did not hide her beautiful appearance. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She called for her brother in front of the mourning hall, like a begonia petal that breaks when pinched.
In the imperial study room, the emperor Longyan was very happy and talked about his merits and rewards.
The Wei family is full of loyal men, but the house is glorious but has no male sons.
In this previous dynasty, it was no different than fish and meat.
Jiang Zhi's narrow eyes slightly curved and he took a step forward leisurely: "I fell in love with Commander Wei's sister at first sight. If your Majesty grants you a marriage, you must cherish it."
As soon as the words fell, the room fell silent.
For a long time, the father-in-law glanced at him and coughed slightly: "The general has not returned to the court for a long time. I'm afraid he doesn't know that Marshal Wei has no biological sister. The girl in the mourning hall... She, she is Marshal Wei's unmarried wife."
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Later, people all said that Jiang Zhi, in the name of pension, forcibly married his widowed sister-in-law, regardless of human ethics. It's a pity that the youngest daughter of the Su family was just one step away from enjoying the glory of the heavenly family.
But no one knew that on the night they first met, Su Wanli was pressed under the crabapple tree.
It was she who first grabbed the corner of the clothes of the person who was about to leave.
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Jiang Zhi was born in the Blood Moon, a rumored evil star who is not afraid of life and death.
In front of others, he bowed to generals at a young age and had a jade-faced killing god.
As a human being, he has a cold temperament and takes pleasure in bloodthirsty. He can break people's neck bones and crush their lives with his hands.
It wasn't until I felt him in my arms and caressed the thin and trembling back that I suddenly realized that killing was not the only way to dispel the violent desires that arose from time to time in my heart.
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"Sister-in-law."
Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes, his eyes falling on the hand that was holding the corner of his clothes tightly, and he could see her tearful panic.
His fingers slowly inserted into the skirt, touched the trembling skin, and sighed slowly, "I have been taught so many times, but I still can't learn it."
"Where should I ask for help?"
Intention: It's good to be alive
