Xuanxia, cultivating immortals + martial arts group portraits, a non-hot-blooded novel (the previous chapters will be updated and modified before the completion of the book. If you are interested, it is recommended to read the collection before reading)
It is said that encounters are inevitable in every life.
But Duan Yutai was born as a woodcutter in the mountains for three generations and did not dare to see her.
Regret? There is nothing to regret.
The destiny is like this. If you follow the same path, you will never be able to avoid it.
In the late autumn of the next year, all the heroes of thirty years gathered together, and those who practiced Taoism and martial arts faced the storm again.
The monsters are howling, the evil rain and wind are blowing, the snow is falling and the light of the sword is cold.
The iron water is icy and the river is icy, new and old grudges bite, and infatuation is still entangled with strong alcohol.
Duan Yutai: I haven't dared to recognize my wife and have been hiding for three lifetimes. I didn't expect that my wife has lost her memory. I'm so anxious... Then I can pretend not to know, right?
Xiaojing: I don't know, this wine tastes good...
The beaten monster: If not you, why are you still adding physical attacks and magic attacks?
After three encounters, the building is empty, the new hatred is gone, but the old love is not over;
It's been a long time since the Chrysanthemum Banquet. The old friends have left, but the banquet will not be over.
The group of people arrived at the Golden Crow, first the jackal, then the tiger and leopard, the kite announced the funeral, and the Jianghu dialect began a new chapter.
The days when I grew up in a thorny field and wandered around with a power fence and a long knife seemed to have been a long time ago, and it was a bit blurry.
Or rather, forgotten.
Others always said that she was like a thorn, but he felt that she was like a piece of wood, growing abruptly among the thorns and growing into a wandering tree.
She did become a tree, a tree that shaded him, a tree that shaded them.
"Jing Fan, why are you called Jing Fan?"
"Probably because I like to look at the moon in this world."
Intention: A chivalrous person with tenderness, a sword with courage and a harp heart, meeting each other and knowing each other, swordsmanship in all corners of the world