Senior Brother, I Really Didn't Hide the Witch.

Yan Tingzhou traveled to Xijian Mountain and became the third disciple of the Sword Sect. I thought that the biggest worries in my life were being caught by my second senior sister to make up for my homework, drinking with my senior brother, and finding ways to miss two days of sword practice. Until that day, he was ordered to go down the mountain to kill the devil. In the Withered Sword Valley, the demon saint who was supposed to be killed by him with one sword recognized him when she was about to die. "The one who deserves to die tonight is not me." "It's you." After she said this, she almost bit Yan Tingzhou's throat. And Yan Tingzhou finally discovered that he was the one who was sent to death. So—— A saint from the Huideng Sect who was supposed to die in the pursuit of good demons was secretly hidden by him in the back of Xijian Mountain. … Later, Zhaogulian was born. Someone wants it to live. Some people want it to reverse the verdict. Someone wants it to save the sect. Some people want it to stabilize mountains and rivers. There are also a group of mortals who desperately want to beg for a gourd of water soaked in lotus flowers. That night, the sword energy collapsed thousands of peaks, the Buddhist lanterns illuminated Hanchuan, and the demon blood stained the mountains and the moon red. And Yan Tingzhou finally understood. The most difficult thing to distinguish in this world is never good from evil. But the human heart.