Quick Wear: Out-of-print White Moonlight, Refusing to Fall from the Altar

At the end of his life, Su Jin fell into warmth again, and his emotions were withdrawn.

He had a faint anticipation in his heart. What kind of legendary world would he be taken to this time, and what kind of technology would he witness?

Then when he opened his eyes again, he saw the antique beams and decorations in front of him!

Su Jin closed his eyes!

Damn, this world is ancient and there is no technology at all!

Su Jin: 'Let me die now, don't hesitate!'

Gummy: "No, host! Even if you don't like it, you still have to go through the storyline!"

Su Jin: "I thought you didn't care about the plot at all. You didn't say a word when the first three worlds collapsed like that."

Gummy: "That's assuming you're still alive! Your survival is your greatest contribution. Now that you're dying so early and the storyline can't even begin, isn't that a huge loss!"

Gummy: "Host, if you act so badly, what will I do if they ask me to untie you and don't wear you?"

Su Jin: "......"

Having been caught in a trap, he now looked forward to traveling to a high-tech world. He couldn't even imagine what a world with even more technology than Interstellar would be like.

Gummy opened his eyes and said cautiously:

"Right, host, just stay here until you die. Bai Yueguang died very early anyway, so I will definitely help you draw lots for the next world!"

Su Jin reluctantly agreed.

Then, when he was seven years old, he was picked up by his master and brought back to Qianyuan Sect, where he stayed for more than three hundred and sixty years.

Su Jin: Bai Yueguang died early. Even if she died earlier, this is a matter of the world of immortal cultivation, you should have told her first!

Gummy: OvO

(The longest road Mr. Su has traveled is the Soft Candy routine.)

...

There has been a big event in the world of cultivation recently. That is, the leader of Qianyuan Sect, Shangxian Taoist, has accepted another talented young man with a chaotic Taoist body and a single spiritual root.

Originally, among the three disciples of the Taoist Shangxian, there were two geniuses.

Murong Yun, the second disciple, possessed pure water spirit roots and inherited the swordsmanship from a Taoist master. He had already reached the Nascent Soul stage before turning a hundred. He was known for his gentle, mature, and steady demeanor, a true elder brother, and was widely praised and respected by all the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect.

The third disciple, Qin Shi, was born with a natural sword bone and sword intent. Although he disliked sword training and always preferred to engage in miscellaneous activities, hanging out with female cultivators all day, he was extremely talented and had a strong understanding. After just fifty years of cultivation, he had already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Now there is the fourth disciple Ji Wensheng, whose innate chaotic Taoist body is even more powerful!

As soon as he entered Qianyuan Sect, he attracted everyone's attention. The sect leader gave him countless magic weapons and elixirs for cultivation, and his two senior brothers gave him valuable life-saving magic tools. Anyone who saw it would have to say that the master and the sect are harmonious, and the brothers are friendly and respectful to each other!

As for the Taoist Shangxian’s eldest disciple Su Jin?

...

The world only knew that he was a disciple accepted by the Taoist Shangxian when he was young. There was quite a stir when he was accepted. The previous clan member of Qianyuan Sect strictly refused, but the Taoist Shangxian swore an oath of blood to accept him as his disciple.

A useless person with four spiritual roots, or perhaps mixed spiritual roots.

More than three hundred years ago, people were still paying attention to this matter, but more than three hundred years have passed.

I heard that the Taoist Immortal found a lot of treasures from outside, which allowed that person to forcibly build his foundation and become a foundation-building cultivator... After that, there was no more news.

It was as if that person had disappeared.

Of course Su Jin knew about these rumors.

At this time, he was still refining elixirs in a bamboo house at the foot of Wuwang Peak on the back mountain of Qianyuan Sect. It was drizzling outside the house, and the clear raindrops hit the eaves and then fell along the eaves onto the grass and into the pond.

The lotus leaves outside the window were swaying, and the green bamboos were rustling. The cold wind blew them down and scattered them to the ground.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, long, raven-feather-like hair intertwined with white clothing. Su Jin knelt before the alchemy furnace, his cold face expressionless. His clear eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes, like shattered ice, fluttered open as he gazed calmly into the furnace, as if the alchemy fire within was the only thing that could capture his attention.

From a distance, the firelight from the stove shone on him, adding a bit of warmth to his coldness.

But that's it.

Everyone says that the Taoist Shangxian has an outstanding appearance, but few people know that his eldest disciple Su Jin, who is hidden deep in the back mountain of Qianyuan Sect, is the one with a truly aloof and extraordinary temperament, transcending the mortal world, like a banished immortal from the world.

Su Jin couldn't remember how long he had been practicing this batch of pills.

A month? Or two months?

He just felt that time was extremely long, and during this boring time, he could only waste time refining pills.

Just when he was half asleep and half awake, a gentle voice woke Su Jin up.

"Xiao Jin."

Su Jin tilted his head, and his black hair, which had been winding and scattered on the ground, parted slightly as he tilted his head. Some of it fell in front of him, some fell on his shoulders and then on his back, winding all the way to the waxed wooden floor.

Clear, cold, and bright, even that face has become more exquisite and beautiful because of cultivating immortals.

He saw the man walking in from the doorway. He was also dressed in white, tall and slender, with a handsome yet gentle appearance. His black hair was held up by a hairpin, and the layers of elegant clothes added a sense of majesty to his gentle face.

But in front of Su Jin, he was never dignified.

Lin Chen raised his hand to wave away the cold air on his body, isolating the cold outside the house beyond the bamboo curtain, and then he walked over and knelt in front of Su Jin naturally.

"How long did you practice this time?"

Su Jin shook his head slightly, his voice light and filled with a strong sense of world-weariness.

"Can not remember."

A delicate and cold face, eyes with distinct black and white, a slight shaking of the head, and a slender white neck wiping across the collar.

Like a proud and cold white cat, Lin Chen's eyes softened unconsciously.

He raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair from Su Jin's ear, pinning it behind her ear while speaking gently:

"You didn't eat well again?"

Su Jin's black and white icy eyes looked at him, like fine glass beads, clear and shattered.

Lin Chen really wanted to hold the person in his palm and take good care of him, for fear that he would get hurt.

"You also know that your spiritual roots are deficient and you can't gather Qi. It's already a stretch to be able to build your foundation. If you don't eat well, your body will collapse."

"Master, I know my limits."

Lin Chen hooked his finger and called out several bottles of fasting pills from Su Jin's space ring.

With a raised eyebrow, his tone was full of pampering:

"Is this your measure?"

Su Jin: "..."

He coughed, took back the fasting pill, and said gloomily:

"Master, don't tease me. You know I can't cook."

As he spoke, Su Jin turned his head and continued to look at his alchemy furnace. The alchemy fire was burning and refining inside, melting the precious medicinal materials into water bit by bit.

This process is extremely long, especially for the high-level elixirs refined by Su Jin. The process is even more complicated, and the temperature in each stage changes from time to time.

Only in front of such a fire, his cold face could be stained with a trace of worldly things.

...Author beep...

I’ve written too much about twisted love, it’s time to write something positive.

This article is about the quarrels and banter between Bai Yueguang, who has incomplete spiritual roots, and Long Aotian, a straight man. It is also a simple dessert to turn a straight man gay.

Very sunny and very healing.

Ji Wensheng: My wife absolutely cannot be a man!