Zhu Ning was born with insufficient talent and was unable to practice. Although she was raised by the head of the Luoxia Sect and was regarded as the head's direct disciple, she was always disliked by others.
His master was indifferent to him, his senior brothers thought he was stupid, and even the outer disciples were free to mock him.
Later, Zhu Ning was dismembered on her sixteenth birthday.
Before losing consciousness, he heard the conversation between his master and his senior brother.
Phoenix bone, a spiritual object that everyone dreams of, can turn decay into magic and bring people back to life, and he is the best container to nourish the phoenix bone.
The sect raised him just to resurrect one person - the sect's eldest brother who was a genius but died young.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhu Ning found that he was not dead, and everything in the past seemed like a dream.
But he slept for a long time, sleeping for fifty years.
Good news: The phoenix bone is still in his body.
Bad news: Everyone in the sect is still the proud son of heaven, and no one in this world remembers Zhu Ning, the useless disciple of Luoxia Sect.
Zhu Ning got angry.
Let's wait for revenge or something like that. We can't beat him. We can't beat him at all. The most important thing is to save his life.
Until one day when Zhu Ning woke up and got up, a man fell from the sky and hit him.
Zhu Ning looked up at the roof with a big hole in it, his face dull. Was it the way he got up?
Forget it, I am a kind-hearted person, so let's not worry about it for now, saving others is more important.
Unexpectedly, when the man woke up, he grabbed his hand and kept saying that he was his Taoist companion.
Zhu Ning: "... Huh? What's wrong with you?!"
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Xie Yan, a casual cultivator with no family or sect, was like a sharp sword emerging from the sky at the Immortal Alliance Conference, trampling all the disciples of the major sects and families under his feet.
However, once someone plotted against him, he lost all his cultivation, almost died, and even his memory became confused.
When he fell into the abyss, Xie Yan remembered in a daze that someone told him that the first person he saw when he woke up was his destined person!
After Xie Yan woke up, he looked at Zhu Ning's face for a long time and said firmly: "You are my Taoist companion!"
Zhu Ning was silent for three seconds: "... I am your uncle!"
Small theater
Many years later, everyone said that Xie Yan was a humble gentleman.
After hearing this, Zhu Ning looked at the traces of ambiguity all over her body and thought, "What a bullshit gentleman!" The older this guy gets, the better he is at pretending!
The more Zhu Ning thought about it, the angrier she became. She picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it at the man, "Xie Yan, you don't mean what you say! You just promised it once!"
The man raised his eyebrows, "Who pestered me yesterday and wouldn't let me go?"
Zhu Ningli was not straightforward, "It's all your fault!"
Xie Yan smiled, held Zhu Ning in his arms and coaxed warmly: "Be good, it's my fault, don't be angry, okay?"
Zhu Ning: "Not good!"
His back hurts, his legs hurt, his throat hurts, everything hurts!
That night, Xie Yan, the powerful and aloof Immortal Lord, was thrown out of Kunlun Mountain with his baggage and his body.
Shoushan Disciple No. 1: "Wow, the Immortal Lord was thrown out again."
Shoushan Disciple No. 2: "This is the eighth episode this month."
"I bet my little ancestor will relent within a month this time."
"Tsk, you are still young, five days at most."
A few hours later, the disciples guarding the mountain watched the immortal with unfathomable cultivation carry his Taoist companion on his back to the top of Kunlun Mountain to watch the sunrise.
Zhu Ning put her head on Xie Yan's neck and rubbed it affectionately. Suddenly, she remembered the scene when they first met.
"Xie Yan, you like me so much."
"Yeah, I know."
[In the early stage, thousands of people disliked him; in the later stage, he was arrogant because of favors; the beauty was favored × the surface was cynical; he was actually a gentleman but did not have the heart of the Holy Mother; the father-type attack]
#What should I do if Long Aotian insists on being my husband after I wake up#
#There was a loud noise in the sky, and my husband made a shining appearance#
#You can't pick up wild men on the roadside, but you can pick up men who fall from the sky#
Serving Guide:
1. Beat the scumbag and slap him in the face all the way, and that's it for the fun. There are so many private devices, so don't scrutinize the logic!
2. Double clean, 1v1, thick arrows in both directions when attacking and receiving.
3. There is a bloody plot, but there is no misunderstanding between the attacker and the receiver!
Motto: Sunshine always comes after the storm