The restrained, patient, and peerlessly scheming bottom, willing to become a martyr, with a gentle blade hiding its edge, x the obsessive, unruly, and ruthless top, who becomes a devoted puppy for love, with tenderness beneath his cruel exterior.
What He Yanzhou regretted most in his life was getting involved with the second young master of the Nanming Cult eight years ago: Wu Muyun, the boy who called him "Uncle."
Eight years later, the Xiaoyao Sect was destroyed. He Yanzhou lost all his martial arts and went into hiding in the Valley of Divine Physicians. On a snowy night, he rescued the second young master, covered in blood and cornered like a lone wolf.
The other man smiled and called him Brother He, but had already seen through his identity in secret.
He Yanzhou wanted nothing to do with him. "Once your injuries have healed, Second Young Master, you should leave."
Wu Muyun: "Brother He, are you kicking me out? How heartless."
He Yanzhou didn't care. He only hoped his creditor wouldn't recognize him.
But then the second young master was ambushed and badly wounded. In the middle of the night, he climbed through the window and sneaked into He Yanzhou's room.
He Yanzhou: ...
Wu Muyun said pitifully, "Brother He~ I'm hurt~"
He Yanzhou threw his head back and howled. Retribution! This was retribution!!!
Later.
Trouble stirred across the martial world once more. Mysterious deaths plagued Youzhou, Kunshan Jade was stolen, and conspiracies brewed beneath the surface.
He Yanzhou's identity was exposed. Hunted by forces from all sides, he was gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
Wu Muyun tore off his disguise and forcibly fought his way back with him to Mount Wangliang, the gathering place of immortals known in the martial world as the Fallen Immortals' Mausoleum.
Wu Muyun pinned He Yanzhou to the edge of the bed, his eyes bloodshot with anger.
"You want me too. Why do you keep holding back?"
"At a time like this, He Yanzhou, why are you still pretending to be a noble gentleman?"
He Yanzhou let out a breath. Yes, why was he pretending to be a noble gentleman?
Why had he been forcing himself to suppress his desires for so long?
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"My heart has one corner, with room for only two things: the code of the hero, and you."
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Note: This story is entirely fictional. Please do not connect it with history. Thank you!
Theme: The world is vast, yet the old rivers and mountains remain. How many have leaned on their swords in the western wind, their words startling the Southern Dipper.
Come on, madam!! Very well written, don't give up!!! 😭 😭
It has a sense of eloquent narrative, and the martial arts pace is not too fast. I like this pace very much! I charge bravely and I slowly catch up, hehe?
Is He no longer young and vigorous with world-class martial arts skills? Can he still regain his former glory? 🙏
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Wuwuwuwuwu, I'm going to cry to death, Master [bursts into tears] As I read it now, it is true that once you enter the rivers and lakes, it is as deep as the sea, and you cannot help yourself. I hope Master can meet Qingwu underground. Don't miss it again in the next life 😭
The author is so cruel [melted]
We finally meet again. What to do with He's martial arts? Where to go? I can't stand it anymore. When will I go to bed?
Ah, where should we go? It's hard to accept that all my martial arts skills have been abolished. I have no power to protect myself.
Damn it, what should I do if He Wugong is completely useless? What should I do? Where did the attack go? Did Su refuse to save him?