Sword Lord, He Got the Bai Yueguang Script Back Again

Xie Qingjue's life should have been perfect—— He is the youngest sword master of the Lingxiao Sect, a disciple accepted by the master as an exception, and a genius that the Xie Clan's Immortal Sect has only seen for a century. Cool and noble, not stained by the world. Until that day, a spirit from another world took over his body. He was forced to watch as the impostor fawned over the outer disciple he hated the most. He gave up his natal sword skills and made the head master vomit blood in public, which made the Xie family lose face. He even rejected his childhood sweetheart's sincerity and almost killed him... Just to please the so-called "son of destiny"! What's ridiculous is that the Son of Destiny once spied on him while he was practicing his sword for three days and didn't dare to come near. On his birthday, he prepared heavy gifts but did not dare to present them. When he was injured, he knelt all over the medicine pavilion but did not dare to show his face. Like a shady mouse. When his soul was shattered, Xie Qingjue realized that he was just the "control group" in a book called Long Ao Astronomy. It is born to be eye-catching, just to make the protagonist extraordinary. When he opened his eyes again, he became the lowest Sasu disciple of Lingxiao Sect. The book wearer is still playing the role of "licking the dog", but he doesn't know that the handyman who cleans the sword stand all day has regained his sword. He didn't need to deliberately flatter him, the headmaster would reopen the gate for him. He doesn't need to flatter him, as Mrs. Xie has reopened the ancestral hall for him. He just raised his eyes and his childhood sweetheart's eyes turned red... And the destined son, holding the strand of hair he had left behind day and night, was as crazy as a devil. Under the gaze of everyone, Xie Qingjue struck the frosty sword and nailed the book piercer to the sword testing platform. The white clothes are better than the snow. He lowered his eyes and whispered, his voice was like broken jade: "Thank you Qingjue for asking for your life." Intention: The strong wind knows the strong grass.