——Master and Disciple of Ten Thousand Years——
Under the cherry blossom tree, a man dressed in red dances gracefully, and his light dancing posture catches his eyes, sinking him for thousands of years.
The sword dance is slanted, and the master-disciple relationship is deep under tit-for-tat confrontation.
"Qianli is the only closed disciple of Mu Chen, Princess Anle, please speak with some respect!"
"Master, are you serious about treating me sincerely?"
"Mu Chen, I hate you!"
——Couple of several months——
A small wooden house in the mountains, simply decorated with red cloth, makes for a lingering spring night.
"Do you have a name?"
"Then I'll call you Qianli!"
"Mu Chen, you are still cheating!"
——Master and Servant of March——
In the dark bamboo house, there are a few fireflies, on the bed, beside the bed...
"Vulcan? Linglong Sword?"
"Mu Chen, covet me? Then throw away those dead rules and become my slave..."
"Are you worthy of my people?!"
All his cultivation is lost, his body is scattered, and his soul is broken.
Only then did she remember the words "Brother Muchen".
"Take me home..."
Intention: There is no little love in front of the common people