Gu Fengchun was still very young when he died, only twenty-two years old.
On the day she died, a spring rain fell in the world.
The continuous drizzle blurred her vision. Gu Fengchun was lying on the ground covered in blood. Her breathing was as weak as a gossamer. As she breathed lightly, bright red and dazzling blood continued to overflow from her mouth.
Her vision was blurry, and she was still staring in one direction, as if hoping to see someone again.
It was a pity that she could not see that person until she died.
Before she died, she still stubbornly shouted that person's name, "Senior brother, senior brother..."
In the fifteenth year of the Qing Dynasty, Gu Fengchun died with her eyes closed. No one collected her body for her, and the corpse turned from white bones into a pure land between heaven and earth.
The eldest lady who was so pampered in the past ended up in such a pitiable end.
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Pei Changfeng is the most gifted disciple of the Sword Sect. He realized the ruthless sword intention at the age of twenty. He returned from the calamity at the age of twenty-one and is the senior brother of the Sword Sect who is most likely to ascend to immortality.
At the age of twenty-seven, Pei Changfeng, who has perfected his merits, is about to ascend to immortality.
It was another year of spring rain and thunder, and he remembered someone in a trance.
Fengchun, where is his Fengchun now?
His heart ached, and Pei Changfeng spat out a mouthful of bruised blood. The past events came flooding back to him. In the eyes of Tian Lei Zhen, the young man's face was already filled with tears.
What about ascending to immortality? He just wants his peace and joy in spring.
It's just a pity that Fengchun died...
The grass and trees were deep, and a young man staggered to a deserted place covered in blood. His hands were covered in blood and he rummaged around on the ground. His fingers were dripping with blood in an instant, but where was his Fengchun?
The girl he held in his heart died alone in the wilderness...
Pei Changfeng's wish has always been that his wife would be safe and sound in spring, but his girl died early at the age of twenty-two.
Hatred destroys the heart and liver. After all, it is fate that manipulates people.
The spring rain continued, and the immortal covered in blood went crazy and committed suicide with his sword. He was going to find his girl...
Immortals caress my head, tie my hair and grant me immortality.
His girl is gone, and he doesn't want to be a fairy anymore.
"PS: The original copywriting was uninspired, so I replaced it with this one. If you mind, you can take it away. Thank you."
Intention: free and unrestrained.