Quietly Drawing the Sword Has Become an Immortal

In that life, there was an unfinished cigarette. In this life, there is a sword that no one else can pull out. Once he quietly drew his sword, Lin Changan became the reincarnation of the swordsman in the eyes of Jiuzhou sword cultivators. He thought he was stable now. With this status, he could live in peace and contentment, as long as he didn't cause trouble... Who would have thought that a few years later, on a snowy night, a girl who claimed to be a descendant of Longyang Sword Saint came to the door and pulled out the Xuanhun Sword. Amazing Kyushu again. Dragon Lord of the East China Sea: How dare you, Shuzi, to bluff me... And bully me for several years! The head of Shushan: It turns out... Junior Brother Chang'an was really only in his Qi refining period back then. The Prodigy of the Sword Sect: The man I once decided to look up to and pursue throughout my life was actually... A liar! "Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan, you agreed that you would only serve one master in your life, why did you let her pull it out, you scumbag..." The bright moon and few stars stood on the edge of the cliff, and Lin Changan sighed. Suddenly looking back, he was no longer the young man in white clothes and holding a sword in the minds of the monks from Jiuzhou.