After his ascension failed, Wen He was struck by thunder and became the leader of a run-down sect. He was also bound to a weapon spirit that claimed to be a love system.
The system said: This world was originally a bloody novel based on him, and the male protagonists were his junior brother, nephew, and two apprentices.
The eldest disciple has a white face and a dark heart. He holds the script of the Little Dark Room and wants to make his master, Wen He, a dog for him every day.
The second apprentice holds the flower market script in his hand. He is an indifferent to both men and women, and he always blushes and sneaks into Wen He's arms.
The junior brother acted like a loyal dog to him on the surface, but secretly he was secretly studying how to let Wen He give birth to a child for him.
The master nephew has taken the path of becoming a black man. Every day, he looks at his uncle, his master, with red eyes: "Master, if you can do it, so can I!"
Wen He: I'm afraid everyone has brain atrophy.
The system asked him to choose one of them to be a Taoist companion, who would help him ascend on the spot after completing the love mission.
Wen He didn't want to choose anyone, he just wanted to draw his sword and send these crazy men from his master's sect to physical ascension to heaven.
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A hundred years later, the leader of the Sword Sect who practiced the ruthless Tao finally ascended to enlightenment - taking his Taoist companion with him.
Over the past hundred years, eight hundred versions of the bloody emotional entanglements of this Wen leader have been circulated.
Everyone looked at the Taoist monk curiously: he was dressed in red, had white hair, and had a touch of red between his eyebrows. Other than that, he looked exactly like Wen He himself.
It is said that this person is the mortal fate that the master cut off when he entered the ruthless path.
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Wen He had lived in invisible shackles all his life. He couldn't control his body at critical moments, and could only watch as his cultivation was abolished and his tendons were severed.
Several colluding wild dogs hung chains on him, hoping to see him prostrate and surrender.
After Wen He and his master died together, he thought that his soul was gone. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, he returned to the mountain behind the sect.
The black-haired young man with the same face as him stood among the pines and snow with a sword in his hand, raising his hand to sweep away the falling frost and snow from his brow:
"My name is Wenhe. Since you are the mortal connection that I have cut off, you can choose your own name and stand in heaven and earth."
"... Dust"
Wen He smiles, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows is charming and tempting: "Wen Chen."
——From now on, he will only be Wen He's mortal connection.
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–You will be punished if you don't eat it, don't eat it
– A cold-hearted swordsman who is ruthless and doesn't talk much x a white-haired paranoid beauty
-I am a cultivator and have a bunch of private facilities
Purpose: Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you