He Was Confused with the Two Personalities of Master Xianjun

Lotus desire is a curling white lotus transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is pure white and flawless, carrying the clearest ignorance and kindness in the world. She transformed into a fairyland on earth for thousands of years, and met the young general who accidentally entered the Lotus Lake, dressed fiercely in red and wrapped in black armor. The young general wears fierce clothes and has cinnabar on his brows. His smile is youthful and youthful, wanton and uninhibited, which is the burning joy in Lian Yu's heart. As a mortal, he died in Lian Yu's arms and said softly, "You and I are destined to be married for eternity. We must not regret it or leave..." "I will find you again in the next life." The voice disappeared with the wind. The lotus desire picked all the lotus bones all over his body to help him become an immortal. He pulled out the stems and peeled off the leaves, biting the bones and feeling sad. When she woke up again after ten thousand years, she saw the white jade immortal king in the sky. He has a face like a young general, but his eyes are neither sad nor joyous. He is compassionate and indifferent to the world. He is dressed in misty white, as cold as jade, and his eyebrows are decorated with light blue lotus patterns. ——Not her little general. She took a nap in the bamboo forest, drunk as mud, with confused and lustful eyes. Then she looked at the immortal king stepping on the moon, and leaned over to tap the wine beads on the corner of her lips with his fingertips. With ripples in his eyes, he asked in a hoarse voice. "Who are you looking at through me?" —— She vaguely saw the afterimage of the young general swaying, his red clothes blazing like fire, burning like love, unable to restrain herself, she kissed his lips vaguely. "... Only looking at you." But he never thought that the young general would see the impostor kissing her through the sea of consciousness, and secretly hug her at night, burning like fire, crying dumbly. "Don't like him, I am your husband." —— When the Immortal Lord fell into the devil and slaughtered all the creatures in the fourteen realms of Cangzhou, he stood in a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses, with resentment rising like clouds behind him. There was no wave on his face, still as deserted as a fairy. The white clothes were stained with blood and burned like fire, flickering like the sun in the wind. The color of heaven and earth changed, and all the gods were shocked. He wiped away the lotus pattern with the blood on his fingertips, leaving the bloody cinnabar between his eyebrows. He turned around and cried, his face expressionless, and he asked her in a dumb voice. "Now, do you look like your little general?" I am a stand-in for myself, two men are fighting and fighting each other in a body. Concept: the highest realm of stand-in literature