Bu Jingyi is just an ordinary hunter.
But the disciples of Xiaoyao Pavilion insist on saying that he is the great Yi who shot the nine-day sun in ancient times, and want him to sense the sun-shooting bow, shoot the fierce beast Gale, and save the people of the world from fire and water.
Bu Jingyi: Get out.
Let go of the need to help others and respect the fate of others :)
Good guy? Hero?
Bah.
Tushan Yu'e, who was originally a princess of the fox tribe, secretly yearned for Yi, the hero who shot the sun.
Later, in order to prevent the demon clan from being exterminated by the heaven, they became an immortal couple with the only remaining son of the Emperor of Heaven, the Immortal Lord Guangqu.
Later, the Immortal Lord Guangqu entered the mortal world to survive the tribulation, and Tushan Yu'e plunged into the God-killing Platform. From then on, all grievances were wiped out... A ghost.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the same sect with the reincarnation of Immortal Lord Guangqu, True Lord Hanhai, and another thread of marriage between an unmarried couple was entangled around her.
Later, she met the hero who had been in her heart countless times, Dayi.
Of reincarnation.
But at that time, his mortal body severely damaged the foundation of her cultivation.
She also took his soul and yang energy to heal herself.
The half-step golden bow hidden in their respective spiritual platforms has become an inextricable fate between them.
You don't know when I love you
I was dead when you loved me
How can a madman forget all his sorrows?
Why reincarnate to find the true self
A secret love/story
Pure, fairy tale, where gods are reincarnated and play in the human world
I have always believed that the hero who shot the sun was not Chang'e's husband Hou Yi, but Dayi.
The husband of Chang'e who secretly took the elixir was not Yi.
But or not, they are all legends, and what I wrote is also a random fabrication, just for temporary spiritual food, do not take it seriously.
The article is not long, maybe hundreds of thousands, maybe two hundred thousand words.
Intention: Looking back suddenly
