After Retiring, He Was Pursued by the Best in the World

[Sick wheelchair beauty 1x Dedicated and forbearing Long Aotian 0] Secrets of the world of cultivation: The former Qingfeng Sword Master Ye Wuhen accidentally lost his sword power and had his legs and meridians severed. He had to live in seclusion at the top of the Sword Sect and not care about the world. Ye Wuhen himself said: It is true. The cold fragrance of red plum blossoms and white snow overflows, and Ye Wuhen huddles in the snow-white fox fur to admire the plum blossoms. The swordsman who used to be unstoppable is now pale and unable to move without the swordsman puppet who helps push the wheelchair. Suddenly, the Jianzong's mountain-protecting formation was touched by the mountain intruders, and made a harsh sound, causing the crows in the mountains to flutter and fly. Ye Wuhen put his pale fingers on the armrests of the wheelchair and smiled calmly, "Who is coming?" A deep and cold voice sounded far away in the air. "——Long Yuan Sword, Shuang Xingkong. Come and pay homage to Lord Qingfeng Sword." Shuang Xingkong, the current number one sword cultivator, stepped into the Merlin at Ye Wuhen with a pair of cat-like eyes. He was good at using heavy swords and was tall. When he stood in front of Ye Wuhen, his shadow was like a mountain weighing down on him. "I've met fellow Taoist Shuang." Ye Wuhen consciously knew the purpose of this person's visit, so he just smiled and said, "It's been a waste of time for you - you don't have to worry about your false reputation in the past. I am now in a broken body, and I don't have any sword power. I'm afraid I can't be your opponent." "Senior misunderstood." The world's number one swordsman, who was rumored to be cold and taciturn, as if he would never be tempted, knelt down on one knee, looked serious, and said something that surprised Ye Wuhen. "I heard that Lord Qingfeng Sword is looking for a Taoist companion." Before Ye Wuhen could say anything, the sword cultivator in front of him quickly spoke the second half of the sentence. "—Then look at me, is it appropriate?" Small Theater One morning after the wedding. Shuang Xingkong lay in front of Ye Wuhen, panting unsteadily. Ye Wuhen's fingertips lightly touched his knee veins, sensing a hint of recovery. He grabbed Shuang Xingkong's waist and forced him close to his ear. "The meridians seem to be improving." Ye Wuhen said with a low smile, "I still need to trouble you husband... Try more with me." Shuang Xingkong's eyes turned red, his legs were still shaking uncontrollably, but he obediently pressed his forehead against Ye Wuhen's shoulder, his voice hoarse. "It's your job." CP: Ye Wuhen (attack) x Shuang Xingkong (receive) Intention: Love must be magnanimous