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[Unserious master x fake apprentice | Next year | 1v1 mutual favor | Full text saved] An Ruxian is an undisciplined person who is public and meddlesome. He points his sword at the right path and defeats evil cultivators. He has never failed since he became famous. During the battle between good and evil, he unfortunately died while protecting the people. When his bones and flesh were torn apart and his soul was gradually disappearing, the only thing he couldn't worry about was his little apprentice. That young man who would turn red after being teased for a few moments, without him as a companion, I am afraid he will be alone in the future. An Ruxian closed her eyes with reluctance and woke up two hundred years later. All the magic power is gone, and the black hair turns into snow. But it couldn't stop him from finding the young apprentice he longed for. -- A few hundred years later, the young apprentice has become the head of the Immortal Sect that leads hundreds of families. An Ruxian looked steadily at An Fang, who was in a high position. He was more calm and less youthful. Seeing him looking at him, An Fang looked dazed. After a long time, he said briskly: "Master." An Ruxian's heart skipped a beat. His little apprentice was back. Although he is in the sect, the sword cultivator is still as comfortable as before. He rests on the branches all day long, plays with the birds and walks the dog. In his spare time, he drags An Fang down the mountain to play. Everything seemed to be business as usual, but An Ruxian felt that something had changed. An Fang inexplicably likes to tie up his hair with hairpins. When he gets up in the morning, he will linger by the couch for a long time before going out. A pool of autumn water in his eyes always ripples when he looks at him... Until they went to the snow-capped mountains in search of magic power, the two had no choice but to spend the night huddled on a narrow couch. In the faint morning light, An Ru leisurely woke up and raised her eyes to meet An Fang's gaze. The two of them had their Adam's apple rolling in unison, and neither of them spoke. After a moment, An Fang took the initiative and said, "Master, have you seen enough? Does it look good?" "I'm not looking." An Ruxian pretended to be calm, but the moment she escaped, her waist softened and she fell right on An Fang's lips. The sword cultivator leaned forward to hide, but unexpectedly the palms on his waist suddenly became stronger and pressed him deeper without any explanation. -- An Fang had complained to God countless times, why he was surrounded by suffering but did not give him an end. Until he was buried in Bai Xue and on the verge of death, he was picked up by An Ruxian. The master treated him very well. He gave him a new name, taught him to wield a sword, carried him to heaven, and took him to travel all over the country. Only then did he realize that all his luck was used to meet the master. An Fang originally thought that this daily routine would continue forever. That day, the master waved goodbye to him against the sunshine and said he would come back when the fighting stopped. He waited day after day, until heavy snow covered the cliffs, but the man failed to come back. Since then, the snow in his heart has been falling continuously for several years. It's winter again. During the Lantern Festival, An Fang went down the mountain for routine inspections and asked the people about their needs. In the vast wilderness, the sky and the earth were all white, and a figure stumbled towards him. The snow suddenly stopped. ———— 1. The United States attacks, handsome and suffers, double cleansing and double strong, cpj can enter, it is forbidden to remove the reverse dream, control, pull and trample 2. The protagonist, Old Man, posts posts throughout the game; micro-group portrait 3. If you don't like it, please don't scold the character ww. This article politely rejects any extreme remarks. Thank you for traveling along the way. You are welcome to abandon the book at any time~ Intention: The great things in the world must be done in detail