After That Very Weak Junior Sister Came Down the Mountain,

Li Daoyuan was accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Sect, and the Immortal Master said that he was a Taoist genius. Mi Xiao was from the same village as him and was not very familiar with him, but before Li Daoyuan entered the Immortal Sect, she secretly liked that handsome young man as plump as bamboo. Fortunately, Mi Xiao later joined the Immortal Sect and still did not dare to think too much about Li Daoyuan. Li Daoyuan is more powerful than she thought. He became the chief, the number one among the younger generation in today's cultivation world. Li Daoyuan often goes down the mountain to perform tasks. What Mi Xiao is looking forward to most is to huddle with many disciples and wait to see him return to the mountain. A young prodigy, a white-robed swordsman, crowned among the nine states, and as graceful as jade. Until that day, he brought back a female fairy. - Mi Xiao's world is a book. The female fairy is the female protagonist, and Li Daoyuan is the male protagonist. In the love-hate entanglement between the demon saint and the ruthless swordsman, she is just a passerby without a name. Just like no matter how hard she works, her cultivation is mediocre. The cultivation world is cruel, and Mi Xiao encountered a wave of monsters the first time she went on a mission. At that time, Li Daoyuan was looking for opportunities with his heroine. Ordinary disciples like Mi Xiao can only be ants in the claws of monsters and the protagonist's sadomasochism. Again and again. Li Daoyuan is the chief, the senior brother, and... The person he likes. How could there be no expectations? Li Daoyuan will not remember that in his most ordinary days, in Xiaoshi Village halfway up the mountain, the children pretended to be drinking wine. On that day, he was the groom and she was the bride. - On the day Li Daoyuan chose the Tao, his master said that he was good at cultivating the ruthless Tao. He tilted his head and said nothing, looking at the white clouds and golden crows in the mountains. A pair of eyes like morning mist appeared in his mind. She always lowered her head. The Immortal Master said privately that Li Daoyuan's character was impeccable, and it took thousands of years of cultivation to acquire such a good talent, but he was too focused on the love between his children. - Later, Li Daoyuan tried his best to resist the fate that pressed on his soul, and did not love Yu Qingyi. It wasn't that Yu Qingyi made him give up cultivating the ruthless path, it wasn't that Yu Qingyi had faked a marriage with him in a secret realm, and it wasn't that Yu Qingyi made him try to tie the thread of marriage over and over again. When he broke all his sword bones and was finally able to reach out to the timid and stubborn junior sister who never looked directly into his eyes, Mi Xiao looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes were still like the gentle mist in the mountains, gently curved towards him, overlapping with those in countless dreams. She was wearing a mortal's shirt, with a woman's bun, and her eyebrows were free and easy. "Long time no see, senior brother." Li Daoyuan remembered in a daze that for a long time, he thought that she hated him and never called him senior brother. On that day, the future leader of the righteous path turned gray overnight. Mi Xiao began to worry. Her ordinary and happy life had better not be broken again. A heroine who is ordinary and has low self-esteem but is stubborn and passionate and can live well no matter what. VS The flower of the high mountain, but the male protagonist who is pure and strong, and a true gentleman who is good at evil. I want to write a sour story about hugging you even if there is a red line in destiny, about how elementary school chickens fall in love, and true gentlemen go crazy. [A short article I wanted to write under the torture of thesis, about secret love, bloody love, abuse, and an undecided ending. [Continuing my usual style, I mainly abuse the male protagonist physically and mentally, but having a crush will inevitably abuse the female protagonist's heart. I plan to start with Mi Xiao trying to give up her love for Li Daoyuan. Intention: Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies.