Miss Bu Said You Should Not Be Emotional When Walking in the World.

Green Tea Becomes a Master of Wen Dao × The God of Mildew Possessed by Lu Jingchuan ———————————————— Things to note when eating: When attacking each other, only the main CP pair has a clear emotional line, and it is completely 1v1. Lu Jingchuan is a bit of a bad guy, but he is never merciful to the damned ones. I just wanted to write a story about two unreliable adults and a little girl traveling around the world. It's not a very martial arts game, it's very self-contained and has serious magic changes. If you don't have a certain gender and want to watch that kind of thing, turn left and go to other channels. ———————————————————— Dead people usually don't open their eyes. Lu Jingchuan not only opened his eyes, but also breathed in a big mouthful of dust-filled coffin air, almost suffocating himself back to the underworld. In the thick darkness, several centipedes were crawling from her collarbone to her heart. The musty smell of rotten wood was mixed with the sweet smell of tribute cakes. Three plates of broken offerings were placed solemnly. The remains of white bones were buried beneath him, and it seemed that he was not very comfortable being buried. The mausoleum belongs to her, but who are the anonymous people inside who sleep with her coffin? Lu Jingchuan was puzzled. The little girl who guarded her mausoleum, A Yuan, had eyes as bright as a frost-tempered sword. Although she did not know her origins and past, she had a sense of loyalty and benevolence. The two people, who had never known each other before, left Busanshan together, just to find a mysterious woman and ask her for the truth. However, Lu Jingchuan seemed to have constant bad luck. Not only was he inexplicably involved in the internal fighting within the sect, Bu Wendao, the sick man he saved on the way, even divined a fortune for them. "Fire burns chalcedony, water floods the spiritual platform. See old friends at three o'clock, and hear the death knell at five drums." The woman with a face as white as a ghost lit the candlestick, the faint green light extinguished in the dark eyes, and the smoke was lingering, like two flickering soul-inducing lamps. "This is a sign of great danger and eternal trapping in reincarnation." Miss Bu said there are always rumors in the world. For example, now, Lu Jingchuan found that he had become the demon Wu Jingzi that everyone wanted to kill - the evil ghost who stole the scriptures, killed masters, was said to have children, and used people to sacrifice his sword to anyone who displeased him. Lu Jingchuan could not argue at all, and the upright and crooked families pursued them like hungry wolves. "That's it..." Bu Wendao looked like he was about to die soon, but his expression was indifferent, and he even had the strength to smile, "The first important thing about walking in the world. If you can't explain clearly, if you can't fight, then run away." Lu Jingchuan looked at their weak and sick team and determined to implement this mantra. Miss Bu also said that the world is like a bad game of chess that is hard to break. Now, there are three women trapped in the game: a "devil" who has come back from the dead and looks like a slender figure; a "Bai Xiaosheng" whose fate is at stake but does not believe in fate; and a young tomb-keeper who thinks of "the greatest chivalrous man". The more he traveled around the world, the more doubts became in Lu Jingchuan's mind. Who sealed her into this insect coffin seven years ago? Why is it that every time the moon dims, in that nagging nightmare, there always sounds in my ears a murmur that is sometimes as vicious as a curse, and sometimes as quiet as a prayer. "Birth and death are like waterfalls. The dead are not eternal. Those who hold on to the image will see the bones, and those who realize the void will see the Dharma body." After decades of silence, the martial arts world is once again in turmoil. Who is the master of chess? They are looking for the truth, and the truth is looking for them. Concept: Where there are knights, there are rivers and lakes.