In the past, there was a place where the sky was thousands of miles away, where the spiritual energy was condensed and the green mist was lingering. All the immortals in the world followed their own paths and aimed to ascend.
The snow on Jiuchong Mountain took away his last thoughts, and the world changed suddenly overnight; the abuse was like a needle piercing his heart and lungs, and he chewed it with blood and swallowed it. He used his broken legs to carry the endangered Jianzong, which stabbed him so hard that he couldn't see the way to the future.
What once was a long future is a big dream, and I retreat into the dream just to see that image. The disciples of the Changle Sect said that the Master of Jianfeng Peak was the most gentle and observant of etiquette. Little did he know that he had practiced it over and over again in front of the mirror and imitated the person in his memory. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth was exactly the same, with his gentle skin covering his rotten vagina and his heart riddled with holes.
The first snow fell in Nanyang again, and the shocking glimpse of the swearing-in ceremony shocked him so much that he couldn't hold his sword, and almost injured the newly succeeded disciple. The figure in front of him overlapped with his memory, making it difficult to distinguish.
He rejected the sect leader's request and accepted the man on the spot. He was selfish and didn't tell him everything, thinking that he could stay by his side.
Destiny is a reincarnation after all, and the moonlight cannot compare with the sunlight after all.
In the secret room in winter, Ji Changan's natal sword vibrated violently, which almost made him go crazy. The long bond between the two could not be washed away for thousands of years, and the red thread could not be broken for millions of years. The overflowing magic power shattered the sword's tassel, which almost brought him back to his senses.
The twinkling moonlight has lost its edge, and the three thousand years of waiting are only a few rounds of spring and autumn. I abandon my old dreams and return to this world.
Just look at the flowers in bloom and the lotus leaves standing on the side with bare hands broken, which is quite beautiful.
Concept: The fall of genius, the rise of mortals
