Jiang Weiqing: The second son of the Jiang family, the head of a family of immortal cultivators, has been teasing cats and dogs and causing trouble for fifteen years. Jiang's father was afraid that he would waste his great talents, so he decided to send him to the Taoist sect, the number one sect in the world, to train as a disciple when he was sixteen years old.
Xie Yuxue: Without father or mother, he was a casual cultivator who became a disciple of Jian Zun by chance.
"Tsk, why are you sending me to apprenticeship for my own good? You're not annoyed with me, just tell me if you want me to leave, huh." Jiang Weiqing muttered to himself by the river, leaning on the big rock nearby and closing his eyes to rest.
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Do you want me to go to Daozong? Impossible, I want to go to Jianzong. There are wild mountains and wild mountains here. How to get to Jianzong? Um? Finally met someone. Fellow Taoist, wait a minute——Jiang Weiqing waved his hand.
Xie Yuxue looked indifferent to this and ignored it, leaving only Jiang Weiqing's back.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't be so indifferent. Are you also going to participate in the sect's disciple recruitment?" Jiang Weiqing still had a smile on his face.
"Hey, hey, since meeting is fate, why don't we go together?"
Xie Yuxue: Get lost.
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"Xie Yuxue!" Jiang Weiqing flew up and stood in front of Xie Yuxue, who was covered in wounds from heaven's punishment.
Blood dripped from the corner of Xie Yuxue's mouth, and she knelt on the ground with one knee, supporting her body with her sword. He looked up at Jiang Weiqing with an unreadable expression and a cold tone: "Let's go."
"Oh, I'll leave if you ask me to leave? Impossible!" "Let me see how the power of this world-destroying heavenly punishment can destroy me, Jiang Weiqing!" What about the villain? Once I have decided, I will only recognize you, Xie Yuxue! Jiang Weiqing supported his body, mobilized all his spiritual power, held Hui Xue in his hand, and fought against the will of heaven alone.
Xie Yuxue looked at the person standing in front of her, closed her eyes, and smiled silently...
Later, later——
Xie Yuxue held Jiang Weiqing's hand, her eyes lowered, her expression gloomy and paranoid. I am filthy, born on a mountain of corpses, living in a sea of blood. I am not tolerated by the world and detested by heaven. Since you insist on breaking into my world, then there is no chance of escaping.
Jiang Weiqing looked at his hand that was being pulled: Tsk, I thought you were a cold and banished immortal, a flower of the high mountains. What is this for? What about the earlier dislike? It turns out you are such a Xie Yuxue.
Intention: To be determined