Have a Good Trip, Xianjun

No one told Zhao Nanqing that this honest man who had lived in anonymity with her for most of her life was actually the number one swordsman in the world of immortality, Aicheng Shan. She looked at the man in front of her with a cold face and strange eyes. It was no wonder that he would not grow old in decades, while she was already very old. There were still standing at the door the brothers and the young and beautiful junior sister who were taking him home. Zhao Nanqing couldn't even say a word to stop him. He only said, "Have a good trip, Xianjun." * Ordinary people live, grow old, get sick and die in just a few decades, and forget it in the blink of an eye. What is there to remember about a romantic relationship? People who cultivate immortality should stay with fellow practitioners. The Acropolis Mountain Tribulation was successful, and he warned himself the same way in those years when he left Qingzhu Town. But when he was only one step away from quelling the chaos in Cangyuan, but received the news that Zhao Nanqing had died of illness, he couldn't help but panic, and his Taoist heart was broken. In a single thought, the Sword Immortal fell into the Cangyuan Sea. From then on, there was a crazy and paranoid big devil in the world, and there was no more upright and noble light of righteousness. * Zhao Nanqing, who had once again become an adult, found it very ridiculous. The old man in front of her, who seemed to be in her seventies, actually claimed to be her husband and wanted to teach her how to practice swordsmanship and Taoism? Is she crazy? She gave up her good time and didn't want to live the life of an ascetic? Zhao Nanqing grabbed her bag and ran, running as far as possible. Conception:.