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It was only after Zhi Yao died that she found out that she was cannon fodder in a book.
She worked hard and was serious in her previous life, but after many years in the sect, she still had no improvement in her swordsmanship, and even her fellow sect members couldn't remember her name.
Yun Xing is the complete opposite of her.
As the only ruthless swordsman in the Guiyi Sect, his name is known to everyone. After one year in the sect, his swordsmanship is almost as good as that of the master.
Zhiyao had seen him once at close range during the sect's entrance ceremony. He looked like a jade tree and was as bright as the bright moon. Their eyes met, and the man's eyes were cold and stern. His heart trembled like ice, and he looked away in panic.
For the next year, Zhi Yao stayed away from Yun Xing.
One day, she was taken as a hostage by the young master of the You clan and killed. Good and evil were fighting, and no one cared about the fate of a cannon fodder.
Her soul left her body and saw Yun Xing flying in the air with a sword, taking the head of the young leader of the You tribe from the neck of thousands of people.
*
Zhiyao was reborn, and when he opened his eyes, he was still in the sword cultivation sect.
She knew in her heart that she had no talent for swordsmanship, so she switched careers and studied talisman and seal writing.
Occasionally, she met the ruthless Kendo cultivator again in a narrow corridor. She thought about whether to say hello later, but she was still afraid of the terrifying aura emanating from him, so she stood aside and waited for him to leave with her head bowed.
Unexpectedly, the pair of soft moiré boots stopped right in front of her.
Under the white sleeves, the five fingers are slender, as polished as jade, and in the palm of her hand lies her favorite candy when she was young.
*
Yun Xing finally made up his mind to practice the ruthless way and polished himself into a sharp sword, even if he was alone for the rest of his life.
But when he entered the sect, he saw the woman he had longed for for a long time. The latter panicked and turned away from him. He knew in his heart that he was afraid that he would not be able to cultivate this ruthless way...
(If I had known I would meet you again, I would not have practiced the ruthless way)
(I look at you, you are my protagonist)
Motto: Sometimes choice is more important than hard work
