See You Again

——Pre-receipt of "Uncle Master's Guide to Ascension", please collect it, below the copy of this article——- The bamboo horse broke the mirror and reunited in the year when the king attacked. Eleven years ago, Xiao Shen Li, who was hanging around in Tianji Pavilion on Qiyang Mountain, met Yue Li Shaojun Wen Yuming. The sixteen-year-old Wen Shaojun was as handsome as a jade, with a hint of melancholy in his frailty, which suddenly struck the heart of twelve-year-old Shen Li. This is where the young man's love begins. Xiao Shen Li used all her cleverness and tricks to get Wen Yuming to stay. But Wen Shaojun, who has a great family and a great business, finally chose to go down the mountain and embarked on the road of returning home to fight for power. Eleven years later, Shen Li carried the Heavenly Secret Order to interfere in Yueli's national affairs, bathed in the pity and regretful eyes of everyone, and moved towards Yueli Imperial City step by step. "The last Tianji envoy died in an unknown manner, how come Tianji Pavilion still dares to send someone here?" "It's a pity that he will die at such a young age." Shen Li turned a deaf ear. He only knew that behind that golden-red brick wall was the person he had missed for eleven years. In the golden hall, Shen Li raised his head among the kneeling ministers and met the gaze that had been falling on him. Time has traces at this moment. The childhood enemy of the parents has become a handsome young man as gentle as jade, However, Wen Shaojun, who was a gentleman at that time, has become a violent lord that everyone talks about. Hearing Wen Yuming ask in a cold voice: "How could it be you?" Shen Li chuckled softly: "Heaven's secret has an order, so I dare not disobey it." But in the dead of night, the cold-faced Wen Yuming picked up a strand of black hair that fell on his chest and said stickyly: "Of course it will be me, brother Zili, I am here to collect debts." Wen Yuming looked at the little ruffian coldly and asked, "What debt?" Shen Li leaned close to his ear, exhaled like a blue breath, and said word by word: "Love debt." Shen Li was full of confidence. This action and response had been carefully planned by him for a long time. He didn't believe it. This time, the thin-skinned brother Zili could still withstand it! But unexpectedly, his waist tightened and his face bumped into the chest that should have been slender in memory but was now tight with muscles, and Wen Yuming's harsh and paranoid voice sounded in his ears: "Remember, this is your choice." At the darkest time in his life, Wen Yuming met a young enemy who barged in with sunshine. He tried hard to restrain himself from dragging his little friend into the darkness, even if the cost was to return to the abyss. But he didn't expect that his little enemy would jump down with his light to accompany him. In this case, he will not let go of this light that can be monopolized by him. ———— Eleven years ago, the 16-year-old Wen Yuming looked at the child named Shen Li who was counting the spring lotus candies in front of him one by one. Then he pushed the counted candies in front of him, waved his little hand and said magnanimously: "There are seventy-three in total, and each person has half thirty-six. You are a guest, and the extra one is for you." Good upbringing made Wen Yuming swallow the sentence "But I bought this candy with my money" and accepted the "generousness" of the child Shen Li. Eleven years later, the 27-year-old Wen Yuming, who was violent and unruly, silently pushed a plate of spring lotus candies piled into a hill in front of Shen Li. Facing Shen Li's questioning eyes, he said in a deep voice: "You are a guest, I'll give it all to you." The little scoundrel back then pushed the candy away and braved the tyrant's air to bully him. He pinched his throat and said in a soft and waxy voice, "But, brother Zili, I don't want to be your guest, I want to be your wife." Wen Yuming's hands hidden under his sleeves shook, and he closed his eyes and accepted his fate. He was no match for this boy eleven years ago, nor will he be eleven years later. Wen Yuming (attack) x Shen Li (receiver) The gloomy and cruel king with high energy on the outside and the cool guy on the inside who is cool on the outside and talks sluttishly on the outside but is actually pure on the inside with facial control that heals the feeling of beauty  1. This article is about Shou, unfolding the story from Shou's perspective. 2. The couple reunited after being separated from each other. The first part of the article is the play between the bamboo horse when they were young, and the following part is the reunion part when the two horses met after being separated ten years later. It is narrated in the form of a straight narrative. 3. An imaginary world view has a fantasy part, but it is not cultivation, nor is it a simple court. 4. There is cannon fodder attack. ——Pre-receipt of "Uncle Master's Guide to Recruitment", please collect it—— [Master uncle transforms into master to attack X's reincarnated apprentice, and master master takes over the Shura field in all aspects] As a close disciple of the cold-hearted Lingxiao Immortal Lord Chu Mu, Jing Xi has always carefully concealed her admiration for her master and strictly abides by the boundary between master and apprentice. Because he knew that as the best person in the world, Chu Mu could only hold the common people in his heart. So when he was pushed into the crack in the sky by Chu Mu, he was surprised and relieved, and then he did the only outrageous thing in his life—— He tried his best to lean forward and gently touched his master's thin lips, and then he was dragged into the cracks in the sky and torn apart. The tearing pain swept through the whole body, and it seemed that someone was screaming in pain, and it seemed as if a ray of light flew towards him from the crack. But Jing Xi could no longer tell the difference. All he could think about was—— It's not a loss, but I don't want to experience it again. When Jing Xi opened his eyes again, he had become an ordinary young man with mixed spiritual roots. There was no possibility of worshiping Xuanyang Mountain in his life. Just when he was about to become one of the saved people, a Taoist priest came to the door. The Taoist Priest, despite his unruly appearance, tried to act cool and dignified and asked him—— "Young man, I see that you have a fine frame and excellent talent. Do you want to become my teacher and become my close disciple?" Jing Xi stared at this man, and the cry she heard before she died gradually became clearer in her mind. With a hoarse voice, he called the man softly: "Uncle." Yu Zheng's expression froze, and the gentle mask shattered, revealing his cynical inner side. He touched his nose and blinked: "I haven't lost my memory. Can you give me a chance this time? Xiao Xi?" Lingxiao Immortal Lord Chu Mu has always known that his young disciple likes him, but he does not reject him or point it out. There are too many people who like him, and there are too many admiring eyes. Jing Xi is just one of them. He had no need to respond, and had no time to respond. The rift in the sky had been threatening this world, and he had no time to respond to these feelings. He made plans after plans, and finally found a way to fill the cracks in the sky. But something went wrong at the critical moment. In the blink of an eye, he could only push his spiritually transformed young disciple into the repair formation. The formation was stabilized, and the young apprentice was swept into the crack in the sky, leaving him with only a gentle kiss. The cracks in the sky were successfully closed, and Chu Mu was able to attain enlightenment and become a saint. But only he knew that there was a crack in his heart that was difficult to heal. Three thousand years later, Chu Mu followed the clues and found his reincarnated apprentice. But he saw the young man throwing himself into the arms of his junior brother and happily called "Master". Chu Mu, who had become a sage of heaven and earth, felt that boundless darkness spread out from the crack in his heart. Motto: Destiny is in your own hands