Qiu Yushu was full of talents and was coveted by others. His sword bones were cut out and his golden elixir was cut off. After resisting the poison with all his strength, he was pushed down the Ten Thousand Gu Cave. She narrowly escaped death and came back, only to become a notorious demon and eventually died tragically.
In the second half of her miserable life, there were only two tender feelings.
One time was Yue Yue, a classmate who had not met each other in the early Ming Dynasty. He was always reticent, but when she was slandered, he stood up and spoke up for her.
Once it was an unknown demon cultivator. He practiced forbidden arts together with her, broke the formation for her, and lost her soul for her.
After resurrecting her life, out of gratitude, she casually sent warmth to Yue Mingchu.
Later, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Yue became the youngest True Lord of Divine Transformation and a Spear Saint who only appeared once every hundred years.
The cultivation world was overjoyed and asked him to bring Qiu Yushu to justice.
Yue Mingchu fought all the way into Qiu Yushu's realm, picked off the demon cultivators around her, walked into the hot pool, and asked calmly: "Are you practicing forbidden arts?"
Qiu Yushu raised her eyelids coldly. Only by practicing this forbidden technique together with others could she fight against the encirclement and suppression of the cultivation world.
Yue Mingchu's low voice fell through the mist into Qiu Yushu's ears: "If you must practice, can you choose me?"
In the lingering mood, Qiu Yushu caught a glimpse of a crabapple tattoo on Yue Mingchu's chest.
She froze.
In the previous life, the demon cultivator who practiced with her also had one in the same position.
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The world of cultivation was being tricked, and in order to encircle and suppress Qiu Yushu, the magic door was actually opened.
The only one who can save this situation is Qiu Yushu.
They begged Qiu Yushu to re-seal the Demon Gate to protect the true world.
Qiu Yushu stretched his body and said casually: "What does the life and death of your cultivation world have to do with me, a demon?"
[Small Theater: When I was a teenager]
Qiu Yushu was kneeling down as punishment when he suddenly saw Yue Mingchu coming.
This man has always followed the rules, why was he punished to kneel?
Yue Mingchu took out a pair of knee pads.
Qiu Yushu gave a thumbs up: "Smart, I have this thing too." And patted his knees.
Yue Mingchu stopped talking, paused for a long time, slowly put on his knee pads and knelt down.
At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Yue Mingchu, who was originally going to give Qiu Yushu deerskin knee pads, knelt down in the ancestral hall and burned a stick of incense inexplicably.
——Advance collection of "After the Death of Little Senior Brother Bai Yueguang" ——
In Cangxu Sect, Jiang Zhi is an ordinary female cultivator.
Like other female cultivators, she also likes the aloof, cold and dust-free young genius brother Pei Zhuo.
Later, Pei Zhuo fell into the devil and died. The sect regarded him as a shame and did not allow anyone to mention his name again.
Jiang Zhi secretly set up a memorial tablet for Pei Zhuo, and went to pay homage from time to time, wishing him an early reincarnation.
"Senior brother, you died so unjustly... I hope you can be an ordinary person in your next life, get married to me, and grow old together..."
"Which blind person is cursing me?"
Jiang Zhi turned around and saw a young man who looked exactly like Pei Zhuo, holding grass in his mouth and looking at her with his arms folded.
The young man frowned: "Give up, I won't get married to you."
Jiang Zhi was furious and threw Pei Zhuo's spiritual tablet over, smashing the boy into pieces.
"You're just a little weakling, you can't even beat me, and you still want to pretend to be my little senior brother? Get out of here!"
Male protagonist's perspective↓
Pei Zhuo changed his name to Pei Zixun, sneaked back to his master's school, and met Jiang Zhi.
He has known about her for a long time, the famous vase of Cangxu Sect. He doesn't like vases.
When she easily shot a demon in the head, and then handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake splattered with blood to Pei Zhuo with enthusiasm,
Pei Zhuo took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake numbly. Looking at her harmless smile, he felt that... He might have fallen.
Intention: Always have the most vigorous vitality