The copy is as follows:
Song Qiu, a swordsman from the Yunxian sect.
Because the sect is poor and lacks cultivation resources, he has to work everywhere to make a living.
One day, Song Qiu failed to ask for salary, and his creditor took a box of cakes to pay off his debt.
After eating it, a fire suddenly rose in the body, and in the hazy consciousness, I touched a piece of comfortable coldness.
The next morning, she was surprised to find a beauty with skin as good as snow lying next to her.
Song Qiu's breath was stagnant.
What made her even more ashamed was that the beauty had mottled bite marks on her body and clothes scattered on the floor, silently telling of last night's indulgence.
Song Qiu bowed his head and knelt down, carrying his sword to plead guilty:
"Today's misunderstanding is all the fault of the Hehuan Sect. I... I will be responsible for you."
The beauty's eyes sparkled, she smiled, and there was a hint of playfulness in her tone:
"Oh? Then how can you be responsible?"
Song Qiu stammered and revealed all his family assets, even offering his natal sword.
As the days passed, besides being overwhelmed by the beauty's enthusiasm every night, Song Qiu also found that her luck was getting better and better - her clients were generous, her cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, and she had accumulated a lot of spiritual stones, which finally allowed the beauty to live a good life.
One day, Song Qiu returned home early and unexpectedly heard the disciples of the Hehuan Sect respectfully calling her their master, while the beauty nodded indifferently.
Song Qiu:! ! !
She wanted to run away on the spot, but was completely defeated by the beauty's gentle offensive.
On a spring night, Song Qiu's body was hollowed out, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the sword.
Song Qiu, who realized that he had been tricked, cried and wanted to escape.
The beauty's soft, boneless jade arms wrapped around her neck, and asked coquettishly: "Qiuqiu, where do you want to go?"
Song Qiu was about to cry but had no tears: "Go out and practice, QAQ"
The beauty took her back to the bed without any explanation and said angrily:
"Qiuqiu, don't you dislike me and don't want to practice dual cultivation with me?"
Song Qiu wailed: Don't come, I really have no strength...
Purpose: Sincerity is the foundation of love
