MTL - Seeking the Flying Sword Path - v22 Chapter 18 Crossing the robbery (on)

【Children, remember this. Among the fortunes of heaven and earth, three parts are the essence of literature, seven parts are martial, and one part determines the fate of the realm!】【...10...3+7+1... Hey? Ancestor, something seems off?】

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? “That’s right, it’s me, the Witch King, Dorothy!” ‍

Mei Fang’s rebirth story takes him back 20 years to the year 2002, becoming a 6-year-old boy who just wet the bed during nap time.On this same bed-wetting day, he tightly grasped a fate he had overlooked in his previous life, a love story spanning beautiful years, thus beginning a new journey—“Mei Fang, the three of us, are we going to be forever and ever, always good friends?”“Pinky promise… it’s a deal… no change is allowed… for a hundred years.”From a well-behaved little angel to a mischievous little devil.From a troublemaking wild girl to a cold and aloof female top student.The personalities of these playmates who spend their days together will evolve with the changing circumstances. Do you still like the way she was at the beginning?Playing with childhood sweethearts, and frolicking through the day, their paths crossed at the doorstep of their youth.Not shy or reserved, only infatuated without constraint.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.