[Knocking on the sky and asking the earth for three thousand years, he sacrificed his body to realize the Tao and was called an immortal.
There are regrets in the world of mortals, and we are called demons if we persist in not realizing it.
In the miasma of reed flowers, Immortal Lord Yunqing turned his back on all the schools of Xuanmen. With one sword, he sent those exorcists out of the miasma who did not know the heights of the sky and the earth. He let the thick black mist and gentle falling flowers drag him into the unknown.
The bright moon and the reed flowers were as light as a dream. He thought of the lustful eyes in the fantasy world, and beads of hot sweat appeared in the palm of his hand holding the sword...
Lu Yunqing's back was pressed against the ancient coffin, and white reed flowers were pinched between his fingers. His knuckles were tense and sometimes they dropped weakly. He breathed rapidly, remembering in a ridiculous dream that he was already dead.
"Being a teacher is just the devil's delusion."
Lu Yunqing lowered his eyes and sighed, not daring to ask questions again.
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In fact, Lu Yunqing has a secret.
Every year when there is heavy snowfall in the cold winter, he would close the door to thank guests and go to the cold spring in the back mountain to retreat.
Until one day, he was soaking wet in the spring water, his fingertips against the stone wall turned white from endurance, and the wisps of black mist on his chest were entangled with the demon head he had picked up——
The devil grabbed his fingers and kissed the fine sweat on his neck...
"Master, I'm sorry."
"This was supposed to be my restless period."
This is a period of turmoil that only demons can have, but I will make it up to you.
Motto: Love lasts longer than time.
