Feng Jingyun's status in the sect was very embarrassing. He was once an unparalleled genius in the world of immortality. He built the foundation of thirteen golden elixirs at the age of ten, and was accepted by the sect master as a closed disciple, with unlimited fame. But since then, Feng Jingyun's cultivation seemed to be stuck, without making any further progress. Gradually, those flowers and praises turned into supercilious looks and ridicule. Therefore, when King Qi came to propose marriage, the sect sold him without hesitation.
"Daughter-in-law, I will give you my life if you kiss me." Chu Tiankuo looked at the face that had appeared in his dreams for more than ten years, wagging his tail and pounced on it.
Feng Jingyun: "?" Your Highness, I am just a concubine and I just entered the house this afternoon, okay?
A story about several people who got together and eventually dispersed for various reasons.
The story of a lonely guest who chopped up the peach blossom garden he created with his own hands.
It's purely made up. If there are any similarities, please don't take it seriously. The writing is not good, so I hope Haihan can.
Intention: Whatever, I don't know what I'm writing about