When Qionglou woke up, there was a young man in black clothes sitting beside the bed, calling her "Master" one after another!
She thought for a long time and realized that she did not have a disciple, but she did have a master. But the master thought she was not good at learning and crushed her spirit.
That was two hundred years ago.
Wen Xiantai tried her sword, and she cut through the sky with one sword, which attracted monks from all over the world to say: She is just a little bit close to being comparable to the Yaohua Fairy back then.
However, before she could sheath her sword and stand still, Ming Zhao pinched her from the sword to the person, and her soul was completely destroyed.
The white-clothed deity lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "It was almost, it wasn't her after all!"
At the moment when her soul was gone, Qionglou didn't feel much resentment. She was just a mortal, and she could ascend to immortality only after being protected by Mingzhao. Everything he has learned over the past few hundred years has been given to him, and he can only pay it back.
But she didn't expect that he left her with a trace of spiritual consciousness, and she couldn't reincarnate.
Wandering like this for hundreds of years, the world cannot tolerate it, and the underworld will not accept it.
She looked at the young man in front of her, her memory clearer.
This is the child she picked up at the foot of Canglang Mountain. She fed him and healed him for two months. On the eve of the sword test, she promised him that she would accept him as her disciple after her sword test was over. But I never thought it would be like that...
"The sword test is over, Master." The boy beside the bed bowed and kowtowed.
Qiong Lou looked at his soul that had been encouraged to heal, his limbs that had been reattached, his body that was intact as before, and finally his eyes fell on the young man in front of him with a cool white complexion and a slight breath.
"When I get my consciousness back, I will teach you well." She smiled brightly and raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows.
#Ultimatecrematorium, abusing the scum and walking the dog. #
The copy was written on July 7, 2020 and has been screenshotted.
Intention: Strong and lonely.
