The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

The memory of the gods will never disappear, and she will always remember a very small thing, that is to say...their emotions are more delicate and longer than human beings!
In ancient times, Su Jin was the great priest of the Holy Spirit Clan. She lived in a sacred and splendid temple made of countless jade stones. At that time, there were thousands of servants serving her alone. Thousands of devotees pray to hear her hadith.

They fanatically worship Su Jin, but they dare not feel any blasphemy, because Su Jin is the incarnation of a god!
And then... when the ancient times ended, everything changed, and she, a lost dog, was hunted and killed and fled everywhere!

What a huge gap from a priest to a wanderer!But Su Jin gritted her teeth and persevered. She was still burdened with the important mission of reviving the God of Destruction, so no matter how hard it was, she had to endure it. She wanted to find that divine person...

It would be wrong to say that Lan Bing is Long Yuanzhao's childhood sweetheart and Su Jin is a descendant from heaven. Su Jin knew Long Yuanzhao much earlier than Lan Bing. She had been waiting for him even before his birth.
Su Jin searched for the destined person, but every time she was a step late, the godslayer could always find him and kill him before her.

So Su Jin desperately wanted to go faster, faster... Finally, after thousands of years of long-distance running, she finally succeeded in meeting Long Yuanzhao this time.

Long Yuanzhao will never know how excited Su Jin was when he called to stop him that day.

Those boring days without any major events happened, turned over like pages of a book, Long Yuanzhao gradually picked up the hobby of drinking.

Every few days, he would take the initiative to go to the thatched cottage to drink with Su Jin. He chatted with Su Jin, feeling surprisingly comfortable, as happy as taking a deep breath and then letting it out.

In fact, he used to drink with Lan Bing often, but now he doesn’t dare anymore. Every time he faces Lan Bing, he will think of the bloody reality, and he has no interest in drinking at all. It’s not that he doesn’t like Lan Bing anymore, all in all... ...full of fear for the future...wanting to escape, and Su Jin just happened to be his safe haven.

On that day, it was a grand meeting for young and outstanding sword repairmen in Longzhou City to compete with each other. Several nearby sects sent disciples to participate. Logically speaking, such a day has nothing to do with Long Yuanzhao, because his strength is too strong. Too bad, he won't be allowed to fight at all.

But Lan Bing was going to compete in place of the Emerald Palace. She invited Long Yuanzhao to watch, as if she hoped that Long Yuanzhao could learn something from the competition.

Long Yuanzhao bit the bullet and went to participate. When he came outside the venue and saw so many sword cultivators who were the same age as him and had strong cultivation bases, he suddenly panicked.

A deacon asked him about the invitation letter. He groped for several times with trembling hands before he took out the black card that Lan Bing gave him. go in!"

After Long Yuanzhao entered the arena, the pressure doubled. He was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. The young people around him were countless times stronger than him. He was even qualified to enter because of his relationship with Lan Bingtuo. Got it.

His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and he hurriedly found a seat and sat down. Long Yuanzhao always felt that someone was calling his name behind him, but when he turned around, he didn't see anyone...

Not long after, the competition officially started, but who knew that the first battle was his senior brother Ma Fengyu against disciples from other sects. Long Yuanzhao quickly shrank his neck, he was afraid that his senior brother would find him, and then asked: "Long Yuanzhao, why are you here, kid? Could it be that Master asked you to participate in the competition?"

Fortunately, Ma Fengyu, as the first disciple of the Sword Immortal, did have some strength. He solved the opponent with three moves and two moves, and then left in a cool manner amidst the applause of the crowd. A weak and stupid junior.

Long Yuanzhao let out a long sigh of relief, and after watching a few more games, Lan Bing finally made his appearance. Today, Lan Bing was wearing a water-blue dress, exuding the fresh air of a girl. As soon as she came out, she greeted countless Cheers from the friars.

Lan Bing looked at the audience seats and found Long Yuanzhao who was curled up in a chair. Seeing Long Yuanzhao's blank look, she couldn't help covering her mouth and smiling.

The crowd in the spectator seats instantly boiled up, "Goddess Blue Ice smiled at me."

"Fart, she's obviously laughing at me."

The few monks were so blushing that they almost started fighting. Long Yuanzhao thought helplessly that Lan Bing deserved to be the number one beauty in Longzhou City, she was really charming, but he was nothing, and no one would be thrown on the street. Take a look, why does Lan Bing fall in love with himself like this?
Long Yuanzhao looked at the arena seriously with his chin propped up in both hands. The blue ice flowed smoothly and connected those exquisite sword skills together. With that graceful figure and fierce sword aura, the opponent was completely powerless to fight back.

In Lan Bing's superb sword skills, Long Yuanzhao gradually lost himself. He may not be able to catch up with Lan Bing's current state in his whole life. Cultivation is very particular about talent, and some people become top experts in three to five years , while others spend their entire lives failing to see the door.

After the game, Long Yuanzhao didn't even know whether Lan Bing had won or not. He applauded when others applauded, watching all the games numbly as if he had lost his soul.

After the show, Long Yuanzhao felt very tired, as if he had dueled with others seven or eight times. He dragged his body and desperately wanted to go home, when Lan Bing suddenly appeared to stop him.

Lan Bing asked happily: "Yuan Zhao, how was my performance on the field just now?"

"Uh..." Long Yuanzhao completely forgot what happened on the field, he said vaguely: "It's perfect!"

"Pfft!" Lan Bing couldn't help laughing when he heard the compliment from his crush. "Yuan Zhao, I found another way for you."

"what?"

Lan Bing introduced excitedly: "A few days ago, Chen Liang, a disciple of the Zhentian Sword Sect, came to our Jade Palace as a guest. He planned to select a group of [-]-year-old boys and girls in Longzhou City to join the Zhentian Sword Sect. After listening to it, I immediately recommended you."

"Ah! Bing'er, I'm already in my 20s, how could they ask for it?"

"Don't worry! I spent a lot of money to buy that Senior Brother Chen. He promised to let you infiltrate boys and girls and bring you into the Tiantian Sword Sect. Then you will start as an outer disciple."

"Don't underestimate the disciples of the outer sect. The Heaven Suppressing Sword Sect is a respectable sect in Star City. No matter how many people squeeze their heads, they can't get in. I don't expect you to be among the top ten in the inner sect. As long as you are steadfast Bear with it for a few years, and when you come back after becoming an inner disciple, my father will also be able to look at you highly."

Long Yuanzhao finally understood that Lan Bing was asking him to go to Star City to coat it with gold.