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When Song Peixian was five years old, her family suffered a disaster.
The news that she was a Tianlinggen came out at the same time, and the First Immortal Sect sent someone to pick her up the mountain.
On a windy and snowy night, Song Peixian was wearing thin clothes, and his eyes and nose were slightly red by the wind. The man leading the First Immortal Sect was unparalleled in his grace. Standing half a man tall in the snow, he almost blended in with the frost.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect respectfully called him Immortal Lord.
He half-crouched down, put his cloak on her shoulders, and held her hand as he stepped onto the clouds step by step. Song Peixian followed him obediently and called him master obediently.
When he smiled, his peach blossom eyes drooped, showing a lazy and cold look: "I am not your master."
The little fairy boy who was traveling with him told Song Peixian that this was Immortal Lord Qinghan, the young master uncle of the No. 1 Immortal Sect.
Jiang Xueyi, the Qinghan Immortal Lord, became famous at a young age. He fell into the stars with one sword, and was astonishingly talented and elegant. He had the talent to banish an immortal. He was the youngest among the twelve Immortal Lords and the most amazingly talented one.
Later, when Song Peixian hit rock bottom and questioned herself, this little uncle who came like the wind and went like the rain gave her guidance three times.
He is the sharpest blade in the world, and also a layer of snow covering the mountains and waters of the world.
So when his bones were broken and his veins were broken, and his body was covered in blood, Song Peixian couldn't help but offered a helping hand to the handful of white snow that was almost rotten in the mud.
Intention: To love and be loved.
