More than thirteen years have passed since the young alliance leader who unified all the immortal sects and quelled the turmoil in the demon world and eliminated the blood epidemic stepped down.
Speaking of this young alliance leader, rather than his unparalleled good looks, what makes the world's women... Well, men... More useful is his sharp tongue. To put it nicely, he is eloquent and eloquent, making people in all directions feel comfortable listening to him in one sentence; to put it badly, he is glib, and only three and a half of his three sentences are useless.
In the past thirteen years, news has occasionally spread that a handsome and elegant young man has been seen, riding in a shabby carriage scented with hibiscus flowers, reading and drinking, and making random remarks in front of others. It seems that the former leader of the alliance has traveled here. But it often doesn't take long for such rumors to be self-evident - no one sees the young and successful young alliance leader again. It seems that he has really gone away forever along with the grand occasion when talents in the immortal world were born in large numbers.
Some people say that he became famous because even at a young age, he knew that a big tree attracts the wind, so he can advance and retreat appropriately. At this time, retreating bravely from the rapids is a sign of wisdom. Some people also say that his tongue is like a Buddha's mouth but a snake's heart. He burned the entire Tianya Township and killed the love of his life with his own hands, so he has no face to continue to lead the sects in the immortal world. There are various opinions, either positive or negative.
The autumn wind blows, who knows that the achievements made at a young age have already become nothing more than a gaunt tree. The red maples all over the mountains in Tianya Township fell all overnight, and the recurring nightmare tortured him to the point of death. Whether it was calculation or strength, he couldn't think about it anymore. Now he just wants to bring his lover's wine, chant his lover's songs, and go back to the mountains to pick weeds, just like he wished back then.
A two-line novel with a cross-narrative interval of thirteen years.
A thousand-year-old straight man who looks stupid and straight but is actually jealous and possessive to the point of blackness
Concept: In the quagmire of power and desire, in the whirlpool of hypocrisy and conspiracy, pure love is the brightest star among them.