Widow Master Bai Yueguang Accepted a Disciple Just Because I Resemble Her Master

The first volume, "Haoyue" has been completed, you can read it directly~ - Also called "Yu Shuang". "Left Frost", widow. Who is she? Count the frost left by ice and snow in the world? - Memes that are purely emotional in nature include, but are not limited to: Widow + master and apprentice + substitute + Bai Yueguang + cultivation + (idealism?) Cultivation of immortality + 1. Will die 2. If he dies, he will be replaced. ----- Three thousand more, one day delay ----- PS: The white moonlight here refers more to losing after getting, rather than not getting. : The substitute here refers more to the fact that A is similar to B, rather than that A is similar to B. : The widow here refers to a woman who has lost her partner. The author has no common sense and makes many common sense mistakes, but he also cares about common sense. Please point it out. Supplement: Haoyuejuan is the story of the original Bai Yueguang, without plots such as the widow. Adding again: There will be a lot of psychological description and self-narration. - The woman sitting in the main seat looked at the woman below who called her the Holy Lady. Yes, many years have passed, and the little person she was back then has become such a gorgeous woman in the blink of an eye. The admiration in that woman's beautiful eyes was the same as before. If she didn't know what that look meant. She would think that this woman just respects her. However, this woman, like her master, is such a genius. The woman on the throne could not bear to let the most beautiful red rose in the world die silently because of herself. Even if, even if this woman seems to "respect and love" her. - In fact, she had made a lot of determination to accept her as her disciple, but she did not expect such a result. "Lord Saint, I, it doesn't matter. I'm just a shopkeeper, not a big shot. If I die, I'll die. I don't need to become an immortal." She struggled for so long and couldn't bear it anymore. The old woman, whose hair was no longer red, died quietly. This old woman is really a genius. She is obviously a mortal who knows nothing about cultivating immortals, but she can easily explain many immortal principles that she herself does not understand. A genius like her master. But what I got was rejection. All mortals want to become immortals, and they desperately pray to heaven to grant them immortality. How come this little guy refuses? - You said you don't like red, so can I, as beautiful, gorgeous and eye-catching as I am, let you replace everything? It can make you no longer so disgusted with red, and when you see red in the future, you will no longer think of anything else. But me. Can you become that little bit special, that bit of dislike that slowly turns into like it? Lady Saint, I have never prayed for anything from you. I only hope that you can watch me until I die. - "Lord Saint, after becoming a disciple, can I, can I still call you Saint?" - "Master, you are mine, belong to me, the saint." - This red-haired woman was so sad. She looked at her frozen hands, Master. I feel like my heart has disappeared. Take eternity in a moment and consolidate the moment and eternity. She used her countless splendid lives to preserve a momentary life that was as extinguished as a withered candle. It's like a head of flamboyant red hair has burned out, leaving only twilight. - "I surrender to the law, but I can't die. I plead guilty just because she wanted me to plead guilty. I'll wait for her to say it." The once invincible man with red hair fell off in an instant, and the head on his neck was left with only a pair of dim red pupils, nothing else. It was like when Fang Qian wiped out so many creatures out of thin air, she also wiped out her spirit. Staring at the center of the formation with empty eyes, not looking at anyone, and speaking as if he had no strength, "Baishan is under my palm, and he will only do good things, and all the filth in the world will come." Her home, and her home, Baishan, she will never leave. She thought about it thousands of times and did it. She thought and thought. Master, even if you go to hell, I will get you back. Intention: Do your best with a clear conscience