Song Linshuang once thought that she should like her senior brother.
After all, the senior brother is kind, talented, and practices hard. He takes good care of himself. The most important thing is that he respects the female cultivators.
She admired her senior brother like this, just like looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. She only coveted the clear brilliance of the moon, never exceeding it, let alone having any extravagant hope. She knew very well how rare such a person was, so she was willing to protect this rareness.
The master said that her body was cold and her mind was calm. She also had water spiritual roots. She was unwilling to practice medicine, but preferred to practice swordsmanship. It would be better to practice the ice and snow way.
She started to feel the same way.
Ghosts are rampant in the world, disasters occur frequently in the world, and people who cultivate immortality are on the move one after another.
However, for some reason, the longer she stayed in this world, the more heartache she felt. This heartache comes from thinking. The more she thinks about it, the more doubtful she becomes and the more heartache she feels.
Later, Song Linshuang finally understood that she didn't have to like her senior brother. She picked up the sword, sword after sword, sweeping away the doubts in her heart, breaking through the injustice in the world, and splitting the shackles of oppression for thousands of years.
Song Linshuang didn't say anything when she was choosing a path. She was always warm-hearted for no reason, as if there was a trace of anger that had been entrenched here for a long time, gnawing at her from time to time, making her uneasy day and night. She thought it was because her jealousy was too strong, which was not good for her practice, so she suppressed it secretly.
There are snow, moon, wind and flowers in the world, but there are also demons and demons. She asked herself, and finally understood. So every time she drew her sword from then on, she carried this ardor with her, not practicing for immortality, but only for justice.
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Intention: Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.