Died by Taoist Sword

On a cold rainy night, Yu Qingyao found a beauty covered in blood in the woodshed. Brushing away the messy hair from his face, he revealed a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent. She bit her lip and suddenly stretched out her hand to hold her neck, "If you dare to call anyone, you will be dead." Yu Qingyao pushed her hand away, took her home, and skillfully applied ointment to her wounds, treating illnesses and saving lives. A doctor is kind-hearted, and she has always believed that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. After recovering from his injuries, Song Hanzhi should have left this humble hut, but for some reason he stayed there for a long time. She was the tail behind Yu Qingyao. When someone asked for medical treatment, she would watch curiously. When someone made trouble, she would reach out and hit him. As time went by, Yu Qingyao couldn't help but be moved. Song Hanzhi's eyes flickered, "What if I'm not a righteous person? Are you afraid that my killing will be too serious?" "I have saved so many lives, I should have some virtue to compensate." Not long ago, nine hundred monks from Xiaoyao Peak came to the mountain and demanded that she hand over the witch that everyone could kill, otherwise they would level the mountain. However, what came before the monk was the heart-piercing sword of the person guarding her. —— Anyone in the world who betrays my heart will die under my sword. Everyone hates me, I am neither a saint nor a sage. I practice ruthlessness, but if I have any regrets, I am not worthy of becoming an immortal. There was only one person I killed with my own hands. He died in the winter when I loved him most. After death, there were no bones left, the soul was scattered, and not even a handful of ashes was left to me. I guess she must have regretted opening that door and saving my life that should have been lost. But I never expected that seven years after killing her, she would come back. Reading guide: The third person of the text, sc, chasing the crematorium Intention: Love transcends everything.