Lin Jing was born and brought back to the Luo Jian Sect by his master. He was gifted. The master said that he was an unparalleled genius and taught him to do justice and let him practice swordsmanship to slay demons.
After only a few hundred years of cultivation, he quickly became the forefront of his sect.
But he fell from the altar tens of thousands of years ago, and he was once highly respected, admired and worshiped by everyone.
After he turned over and lost his footing, everyone pushed him against the wall. He was insulted and ridiculed wherever he went.
A person who is arrogant will not be able to bear the gap, but Lin Jing is different, he does not understand emotions. Then you won't worry about it.
A few months after he entered Luo Jian Sect, his master looked at the young boy and gently hit him on the head with a small wooden stick and said, "Our little mirror doesn't understand emotions. No wonder I'm not angry even if my master steals your underwear while you are bathing."
I thought that no one would remember these reputations after thousands of years, but I could still hear people discussing this while sitting on the street eating steamed buns.
"Now the leader of the Demon Cult is searching for treasures in various sects in the world. It is said that he is trying to save the sword master who was in a coma in the Weigu battle, but the Luo Jian Sect is against him."
"The one who nearly caused the destruction of all the sects in the first battle, let alone the Luo Jian Sect, was despised by all decent people from the famous sect. The Demon Sect stayed out of the incident and was not harmed. Moreover, I heard that the leader Xin Yue Sword Master was there, so of course he wanted to save his sweetheart."
Later, I met the legendary master of the Luo Jian Sect who had abandoned him, the former sword master.
Why do you think it deviates from the rumors?
Thousands of years ago, Jiang Zhise used his wisdom root as a contract and drew a talisman with all his heart just to ensure that Lin Jing's life would go smoothly.
No one knows the future. The only nightmare in Jiang Zhise's heart is the past that even Lin Jing doesn't care about.
Intent: The tragic and joyful story of wanton Jianghu