Summary
Chunyang was only 16 years old when he met that person. Wanhua blindfolded him and provoked him to chase him all the way. At the age of 16, he followed his master to the Valley of Flowers to see the newly transplanted exotic flowers and plants. He wore a brand-new Taoist robe, carried a newly-issued sword, and lined up with his senior brothers by the Luoxing Lake.The breeze blows over the ridge, and the white robes fly away. All of them are young men with rich age.Yangchun is warm and rainy, and when the weather is fine, it is easy to plant flowers. By noon, the prepared open spaces are covered with flowers and plants.The sun-loving ones are colorful in the sun, and the shade-loving ones are clustered under the trees, and the Wanhua disciples wearing black robes shuttle among them, and the robes pass by the flowers and trees with a strong smell, and the fragrance hits the sweet and refreshing . "Ah-choo." Han Qingyun sneezed, retreated to the shade where there were few people, raised his sleeves to block his itchy nose, and took a breath from the sun-drowsy.Chunyang seldom has this kind of hot sun, even though he has content tags: Jianghu grievances, joys, enemies, fate encounters┃ Search keywords: Protagonist: Mo Zhiqi, Han Qingyun┃ Supporting roles:
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