Shen Lin is the founder of the world of cultivation.
Logically speaking, the Fu Cultivator, Sword Cultivator, and Formation Cultivator all have to call him ancestor, but this ancestor has a lazy temperament and won't let them call him.
My ancestor was born with a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes. He has a sword called Qingge Sword.
"Master, why is it called Qing Ge Jian?" His lovely female disciple Bai Xi once asked him.
"Because Master likes to dance and sing songs, it is called Qingge Sword."
Bai Xi: "..." I originally thought that the master would not be stained by the fireworks of the world, but I didn't expect that he was rolled all over in the fireworks.
In the seventeenth year of Yuan'an, the ancestor died.
"Shen Lin, as the Patriarch, you are a person who is in favor of the devil," the immortal sect said righteously, "Today, your disciples will seal you in the blood cliff, and you will never be reincarnated forever!"
The snow-white clothes were stained with traces of blood, and there was no ripple in his peach blossom garden. He only stared at his youngest disciple.
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Seventeen years after returning to Hong Kong, Shen Lin woke up by a stream and met his "mother".
"Ling'er, although you are stupid," Shen's mother sobbed, "but you can just live with mother in this Huajian Valley. Mother doesn't need you..."
From then on, "Shen Ling" spent her days enjoying lotus flowers in summer and sweeping fallen leaves in autumn.
He thought it would always be like this until...
Intention: family affection