Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin.
Yan Xingzhi's sword shook the sky, and his reputation spread far and wide. He was full of passion and treated people with sincerity.
A close friend asked for help, but Yan Xingzhi risked his life, lost all his cultivation, poisoned his bones, and became notorious.
For a time, the favored man of heaven was reduced to a mourning dog on the streets, and everyone shouted for beatings.
The living dead who had been lingering in the misty sea of Yunshan for fifty years, crawling out of the poisonous cave of ten thousand tribulations, saw the sun again. Yan Xingzhi, who had not smiled for many years, smiled and frowned.
This smile is more beautiful than the morning glow in the world.
Yan Xingzhi prepared the best coffin in the world of cultivation for himself and made great arrangements. He invited most of the big guys in the world of cultivation to support his body and bury him.
I have been proud for half my life, and my pride has never been damaged.
Big guys: "..."
On the day of his burial, my best friend came belatedly holding the memorial tablet.
Yan Xingzhi lay in the coffin with a peaceful expression, waved his hand, and closed the coffin lid.
Seeking peace in the grave, do not disturb him.
What Yan Xingzhi didn't know was that his best friend was kneeling in front of his grave, with blood and tears on his face, dirtying his reincarnation path. Yan Xingzhi, whose soul was gone, would not be able to rest in peace even after death.
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Yan Xingzhi's soul was half gone. When he crawled out of the soil, he spat dirt out of his mouth and secretly regretted it. If he had known that he would not be able to die peacefully, he would never have buried himself so tightly.
Instead of being suffocated to death, I almost choked to death on the soil.
He was lifted up and held in his arms, with his face pressed against his strong chest. Yan Xingzhi realized later that the peach blossom debt of that month and year had come to his door.
His eyes moved down and landed on the unfilled pit. Is it too late to bury it back now?
It's too late.
Lin Zhihan stumbled and stumbled along the way. His god was slandered by all living beings and buried in the loess.
He dug in front of the grave for three days and three nights, and finally found his god back in the world.
[Also known as: Shijun Bumei]
Intention: You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, I send them to the world with a head full of snow