On the day Fu Qing resigned, the Tingxian Sect, which had been sunny for decades, began to drizzle for the first time in a long time.
The continuous rain blurred Fu Qingci's back and the young man's eyes.
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Fu Qingci, the young sect leader of Tingxian Sect, picked up a younger brother who was six years younger than himself when he was young - Song Jingzhou
This younger brother had a miserable life experience and was wiped out by evil spirits.
The night when I first saw him, the night wind was cold, chilling to my bones.
Fu Qingci held a long sword and fought his way through thousands of evil spirits. He wore green and white clothes, which were dyed dark red.
At the end of the bloody road, the boy with a still immature face knelt on his knees, holding his dead mother in his arms.
He thought she was an evil ghost who was about to come to this world, so he committed suicide in order to avenge his bloodshed.
But she is not.
So she stretched out her hand and pulled the young man who had half-stepped astray back to the right path.
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Later, the Xian family was in chaos, and everyone denounced her as a traitor to the Xian family.
After the battle on the cliff, Fu Qingci disappeared
They all thought she had a guilty conscience and committed suicide.
Only Song Jingzhou has refused to give up looking for her
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Three years later, Song Jingzhou became a veritable leader of the Tingxian Sect. The young man was high-spirited and famous all over the world.
But the position of sect leader is always vacant
Waiting for her to return
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The end of the year! Next year! Next year!
False siblings! Fake siblings! Fake siblings!
[Qing Leng's full text: The little sect master with the ceiling of combat power × the arrogant, arrogant, upright, possessive little wolf dog]
Intention: Love will grow freely
