Opening book: I am the villain Gao Fushuai

An Qinghuang is a genius.

Genius of genius.

There is no doubt about this.

He was born in a famous family, with a noble status, a superb appearance, and a good family background.

There seems to be no surprise for her to rise like this.

In the expectations of many people, she stood on the highest mountain in the world and took the position of suzerain.

Her journey was very smooth, surprisingly smooth, smooth and smooth, it couldn't be smoother.

But it's because she has gone far, too far, that's why she sees things that others can't see.

In this world, there is an end to cultivating immortals.

And she has come to that end.

Raising one's hand to shake the sky, waving one's hand to cover the ground, seems powerful, but it's nothing more than that, it's far from breaking through the void.

An Qinghuang, who was on the road to cultivating immortals, stopped after learning about this.

Since this world has limits, why should we work so hard?Anyway, there will be no ending in the end.

She got it.

So stop.

Invitation to the martial arts?don't go.

banquet?don't go.

comminicate?don't go.

Afterwards, she stayed in Wuqing Sect's Qingxin Hall, which is high above and far away from the world, and meditated here all day long.

The road of cultivating immortals was left by the ancestors, but it is no longer feasible now, with the exhaustion of spiritual energy and the development of science and technology.

Cultivating immortals may have been a wrong path with no end from the very beginning.

An Qinghuang thought about it, and entered the customs for a long, long time.

She has been thinking all day and all night what she is for, now that she has reached the peak, where should she go after that?

Thinking of her, she also began to think about the origin of the Wuqing sect, thinking that since the master of the Wuqing sect is ruthless, on the contrary, what is sentient being?

What is love and love?

Thinking of this, An Qinghuang began to be curious about this kind of relationship, so she began to look for her Taoist partner within the realm of cultivating immortals. At the same time, she also thought, maybe the two of them can discuss the future together?

She thought very well, but An Qinghuang is a genius, a rare genius in the world, she has gone too far, no matter if she is a world-famous genius, or a son of a certain family, or a certain elder with high morals.

But after looking around, I found that no one could match her.

Yes, no match.

She is the proud An Qinghuang, and her Taoist partner must be the arrogant one who stands in front of her and guides her way, not a weak person who shrinks behind her.

If you travel far and see too much, you will lose interest in this world.

But one day, a turning point came.

A child recommended to her by an acquaintance.

Not even a teenager, that is a very small child.

Originally, she didn't want to see her, but An Qinghuang met under the other party's miraculous praise.

I met Zhao Gan.

At that time, he was standing there, standing under a tree, standing upright, not paying attention to the eyes around him, but looking up at the little bird on the tree, the sunlight falling through the treetops and falling on the spot on his head. For a moment, An Qinghuang really thought for a moment that he was a child of a god living in the mortal world.

That temperament, that look, that look that seemed to come from another dimension made An Qinghuang see hope.

"Maybe... this child can break this deadlock and let me see the hope of the end of my cultivation."

Thinking of this, An Qinghuang accepted Zhao Gan.

Although she had some hopes for him, she didn't think highly of him at first, after all, he was still young and didn't understand anything.

But she was wrong.

Zhao Qian's rapid progress was even a bit exaggerated, even if she was a genius, she was shocked by her exaggerated talent.

Teaching and teaching, the relationship between the two became more and more intimate.

Although Zhao Qian was a child, there seemed to be a natural coldness on his face, which never dissipated.

And she wanted to see him at that time, this child had a different expression, so the way of teaching changed from a high and cold teacher to an amiable teacher.

The former is very strict, while the latter is still strict, but sometimes he will hold Zhao Gan in his arms kindly and tell him a little story that promises to reward him.

But even so, he still treats each other with respect, neither humble nor overbearing.

Now An Qinghuang was more satisfied with him.

It was the first time she cared so much about someone.

But before that it was pretty normal.

Turnaround is on a certain day.

Zhao Qian disappeared all morning, and when he reappeared, he held a wreath made by himself in his hand. When he saw her, he ran over, put the wreath on her head with a snap, and left a sentence "Master Happy Birthday!" and ran away.

At that time, An Qinghuang just stared blankly at Zhao Gan who had run away, held the wreath in her hand, and thought about it carefully before remembering.

It was indeed her birthday.

Since she left home and started practicing, she has never celebrated a birthday, nor participated in other people's birthday parties, and no one has said this to her.

A child, soft and weak, snapped.

It was to wrap An Qinghuang's heart firmly with a wreath that would fall apart as soon as it was pulled.

Since then, Zhao Gan looked at his master with the same eyes, but An Qinghuang's eyes at Zhao Gan changed.

At that time, a bold and unbelievable thought came to her mind.

"Since no one is worthy of me, then I will cultivate a Taoist companion along the way."

"The one that belongs to me, the one that fits me perfectly, the one I like."

After having such thoughts, An Qinghuang's eyes on Zhao Gan changed again.

Be kind and stern.

For doing well, the rewards given to him are rare in the world, the best she can give.

But if she doesn't like it, she will ask Zhao Gan to correct it severely.

But Zhao Gan is very smart and well-behaved. He seldom makes mistakes. His purpose is very clear. All the skills in one body to go to mathematics.

Perhaps An Qinghuang did regard Zhao Gan as his apprentice at the beginning.

But later, she didn't see it that way.

After all... She has never called a disciple.

Maybe it's not normal for her to have such thoughts, but in this age of technology, how many normal cultivators are there?

Zhao Gan, Zhao Gan.

I give you the best and it doesn't matter because you will be mine in the end too.

But if you want to mess with flowers, or want to leave me.

Then let me tell you, wishful thinking!

I raised you white and fat, Yushu Linfeng, I didn't want you to hook up with other stinky bitches! !

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