Hengyu Mountain
Tang Zhouyao: Qingyang! Why don't you believe that I love you? It's just that I didn't just say I love you before! ! !
Tang Qingyang: Why do you love me? Everything you have is given by me!
Fifty years ago, at the foot of Hengyu Mountain
Tang Zhouyao fell down the mountain covered in blood: Immortal Lord, save me!
At that time, Qing Yang didn't have a name yet. He was just the sword spirit of the immortal weapon Qing Yang Sword. However, his status was extremely high. It was the sword of the founding elder of the Hengyu Sect.
He rescued Tang Zhouyao and followed him. Tang Zhouyao made a promise: I will protect you forever and you will have my last name.
In the pub
Qing Yang hides behind the pillar
"I heard that you want to spend the rest of your life with that sword spirit?"
"Oh! How is that possible?! I just lied to him. Once I imitated Hengyu Immortal Master, he became obsessed with me."
"He has lived for thousands of years and is still so stupid?"
"That's..."
Qing Yang tightened his grip on the immortal artifact in his hand. He had used the favor of Hengyu Immortal Lord to buy it for Zhouyao at the auction house. He heard that he was here and wanted to give him a surprise...
Inside the house of the head of the Yuanming Sect
Ning Jingtian opened his eyes
It's been five thousand years. I don't know what happened to Qing Yang.
Intention: Yang Yang, don't be afraid, I'm coming