Nan Yuan had a miserable childhood and wanted to take revenge. She wanted to be high in the sky, enjoy worship from all directions, and travel to the beautiful mountains and rivers.
During an experience, he was heavily poisoned and his life was hanging by a thread. He felt vaguely warm all over his body. When he woke up, his cultivation level had greatly increased. The little thing who had saved the person who was defenseless was abducted back home.
Chang Jue has not left Han Tan Yuan for ten thousand years, so he never thought that his curiosity would cost him not only the treasures he had collected for many years, but also himself.
It's just that hundreds of tribes are fighting, corpses are lying thousands of miles away, and the sky and the earth are in vain.
"Trust me, Nan Yuan." It's a pity that the boy in white couldn't find his way home.
In front of the Yuqing Sect, Nan Yuan didn't wait for the person she was longing for, but waited for herself to be the enemy of a hundred. Finally, the sect's protective formation lit up. She stood upright in a red dress, holding the vertical Qin Renxue with one hand as she walked down the three thousand long steps. The lonely figure stood there for a long time.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement