Legend of Rui Niao Ta Ti Luan Dao

-Hug each other to protect the fire, and lead to immortality by the magpie- [Shen Jiejin x Nangong Ling] [Long-lived lucky girl with clear love and hate x taciturn and menacing swordsman monk] [Twenty-five secrets of the unruly heart: the delicate blade knocks on the Buddha's bones, a branch of withered spring] One is a long-lived and lucky girl who is responsible for the life and death of her motherland. One is a miserable young man with a pure heart and few desires. Shen Jiejin and Nangong Ling are basically on the wrong side of the road, but they are so opposite and will stick to each other in the future, burning oneself to cross the other... -The history is broken by the broken books, and the regrets of the cold are still lingering- - Shen Jiejin's blood and tears were sealed away, leaving only a smile. Ever since she left her homeland and set foot on the fairy mountain, her body and mind belonged to Jiu Zhu. Jiuzhu is Shen Jiejin's hometown. It is also the old golden bird lingering under the fairy mountain. The frowning palace maid has a silky voice. The king and his ministers meet each other every year. It's enough that she, Shen Jiejin, is the only one suffering. She could no longer remember the palace tiles of Fangyun and the jade face of her mother-in-law. She only remembered her words and smiles as Yan Yan accepted her father's imperial edict. The scarlet mark burned at the end of the mountain like a beacon: Longevity girl. She went to Xianmen in exchange for a longevity pill for her father. The price is to use your own life to bring disaster to three thousand people in the world. I have to face the Buddha statue every day and reflect on my faults. As Chen Ning, the half-assed god, said this, he used a knife to carve a Buddhist scripture on Shen Jiejin's thin back, which was stained with blood. It was a side trick. The tendons are drawn into sutras, and the Buddha's fire travels thousands of miles without leaving any burnt bones. From then on, her heart was connected to the Buddha's heart, and her muscles and veins were locked to Xie Chong. "As long as you live, Jiu Zhu will not die, remember." "... Okay." She was destined to take the right path. - Nangong Ling was left alone in the cold world. The young man Lang Xuanyi wears an iron sword, he is clear and aloof. The eyes are affectionate but cold, and the waist is not burly but powerful. He is a young man who was picked up in troubled times. He was a former disciple of the noble family and was imprisoned by the Immortal Sect. Seeing that he had no desire and hatred, the master threw him into the sword pavilion. After the death of the three thousand disciples, he was the only one left in Jiange Mountain, but he and the three thousand disciples were forever forgotten in Jiange Mountain. The cold wood clings to the dead crane, and this life is in chaos. He alone can return to the immortal mountain no matter in the human world. He has long been used to it. There is no grudge to repay, and there is no point in seeking death. He hoped that some random enemy would come and stab him twice. Or... Stab yourself twice? "It would be better if you died... It would be better if you died!!" Master Hou always pointed his nose at him and scolded him, but Nangong Ling felt that it was worth living to watch this farce, so it became one of the few interesting things for him. Perhaps it was because Jiange was so poor that poverty limited Nangong's imagination. While the disciples of other sects were desperately taking elixirs to practice, he started to plant Chinese cabbage. As long as he can make money, he is willing to do it. - On the day when the longevity girl returned to the palace to welcome the immortal, it was raining gurglingly. Two jade buckets, a hundred jade pots, and the sound of silk and bamboo are like a big dream. Everyone drank and talked happily, and their spirits were high. Until he was drunk and dreaming, Zuo Qing and Wang Fu actually saw an immortal in a green dress walking through the banquet in a daze. "Immortal! Immortal!" … While the whole court was intoxicated, Shen Jiejin had left the banquet to take a nap on the pretext of changing clothes. "How could there be a god in the world... How could I... Save Jiu Zhu..." She sighed with her eyes downcast, her eyes distracted. While she was feeling sad, Shen Jiejin's body was locked by a gold chain for an instant, and she struggled to escape. " "Don't move. " "The old Zhu Quan Dynasty... Is now a prisoner of the Immortal Sect. " Shen Jiejin frowned and looked at the young man on the eaves of the wall. Xuanyi and iron sword, all dressed in pure and clear clothes. Token on waist: Nangong The young man tugged on the belt at the back of her waist and dragged her to the banquet. The banquet was ruined and everyone was stupid. Three or five immortals are arrogant and surrounded by purple energy. They are all minions of the Immortal Sect. "Except you. " "The Heavenly Master asked me to protect you on your way to the Immortal Mountain. " Intention: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately