Be silly, the top actor has been secretly in love with me for 3000 years!

The audience is watching the drama.

Pei Yan and Jiang Che were watching the barrage.

As a top-tier and top-tier actor, danmei dramas are popular again now. Not surprisingly, the first episode of "Yu Mo Qin" set a new high in ratings and on-demand.

It's only the first day, and the first episode has reached 4000 million views.

After watching the first episode, he looked at Jiang Che with a feeling in his heart.

"Che'er..."

"What does Master want to say?"

Jiang Che asked with a gentle smile.

"The previous part is really just for ratings consideration?"

Pei Yan frowned and asked.

What he wanted to ask was whether this so-called prequel... their unknown past.

He suddenly had a very strong premonition.

The plot added by Jiang Che is very likely to be the first life of the two.

"Who knows... maybe... it really happened."

The latter shrugged innocently and smiled.

He must have thought too much.

Pei Yan scratched his head, if it was their first life, he would die of guilt.

After all, in the plot, he was the one who caused 'Wuji' to turn from being above ten thousand people into an existence spurned by all immortals.

Jiang Che saw the pain in his heart, said nothing, hugged him in his arms, lowered his head and planted a superficial kiss on top of his head.

"It's just for the plot, don't think too much, Master."

"Um……"

Pei Yan smiled and nodded.

Jiang Che's eyes were deep, and he sighed in his heart.

It was because he knew that Master would blame himself and feel uncomfortable, so he didn't want to tell him the truth...

The two stopped talking, and clicked on the second episode of "Yu Mo Qin".

After the opening song, the words 1 years later appeared on the subtitles.

In the alley, a group of beggars were beating a child.

The little beggar's eyes were filled with stubbornness, and he refused to let go of the steamed bun even though he was bruised.

But he was too young to stop the behavior of the beggars.

The beggars beat him half to death, and involuntarily snatched away the steamed buns he had protected so hard in his arms.

"I beg you...save half of it for me...Grandpa is starving to death..."

The little beggar whined and kowtowed to the beggars.

But he was kicked to the ground by the older beggar, who bent down, grabbed the little beggar by the collar and said cruelly: "Boy, this street is my territory, keep your eyes bright, don't dare to come here next time." Begging in Lao Tzu's territory is not so easy to let you go!"

Spit on the little beggar's face, and all the beggars left.

The little beggar was lying on the ground, wiping away the tears from his eyes with a stubborn expression, and showing a sly smile in the next second, carefully took out the roast chicken that was hidden in his arms, "A bunch of idiots, how can steamed buns smell like roast chicken!"

Attracted by the smell of the roast chicken, he sniffed, resisted the desire to take a bite, quickly hid the roast chicken back in his arms, stood up and ran towards the ruined temple outside the city.

"Grandpa... Grandpa... I'm back... Today's harvest is good, we can eat roast chicken..."

The little beggar's crisp voice sounded, and he smiled brightly. While talking, he took out the roast chicken in his arms, and ran to the old beggar who was lying on the ground as if he was in a deep sleep.

In the past, sick old beggars would respond to him with a forced smile.

But this time, the old beggar was lying in the haystack with his eyes tightly closed, without any response to the little beggar he raised.

The little beggar seemed to have noticed something, the smile on his face gradually became desolate, his eyes were red, and he said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, don't go to sleep... I got your favorite roast chicken today... I can say Well, the thighs belong to me, the butt belongs to you, don’t you like eating dick butt the most..."

Tears pooled in the eyes and finally dripped from the sockets.

In order to survive, the little beggar has long regarded tears as a sharp weapon for survival.

In the past when he was acting, he cried miserably, but this time, his silent tears only made people heartbroken.

"Grandpa...wake up please...I will be obedient..."

The cold roasted chicken fell to the ground. The most valued food in the past, but now it can't attract the little beggar's attention.

He lay on the dead old beggar and sobbed softly, his once clear eyes became dim.

'Boom--'

It was raining heavily in the sky, and his only safe haven was no longer alive.

In the woods, the heavy rain poured down, the little beggar was covered in mud, with a desperate and stubborn face, he kept digging holes with his hands without saying a word, even though his slender palms were dripping with blood.

And beside him was the corpse of an old beggar who didn't even have a straw mat.

In the rain and fog, a sigh sounded.

The white-haired old man in a white Taoist robe came down with his sword and walked towards the little beggar.

"Son, do you need help?"

The little beggar shook his head and kept moving his hands.

The old man looked at his bloody hands, and silently handed over his countless demon-slaying swords.

"Use it..."

The little beggar's eyes were full of surprise, and he slowly raised his head to look at the old man who was full of immortality, and thanked him with sobs: "Thank you, grandpa!"

He took the sword that was taller than others, continued to dig a hole with great difficulty, and finally buried the old beggar.

"Grandpa, do you know how to read... May I trouble you to set up a monument for my grandpa?"

The rain stopped unknowingly, the little beggar dragged a heavy giant sword, walked towards the old man with a piece of wood in one hand, and asked expectantly.

The old man's eyes were full of pity, and he nodded, "I am Feng Kui, the elder of Tianzi Peak in "Jian Yuan Zong". Would you like to follow me back to Jian Yuan Zong and be my disciple?"

Hearing the words, the ignorant little beggar showed a bright smile and nodded.

Standing in front of the old beggar's tomb, he knelt on the ground and solemnly kowtowed three times to the old beggar's tomb.

"Grandpa, I will also be a cultivator in the future. You don't have to worry about me not having enough food and clothing. I will live a good life and stand out. You can rest assured!"

Afterwards, the little beggar was held in the arms of the old man, and Yu Jian left.

The cloud-shrouded sect gradually emerged, and the picture gradually became blurred. At the same time, the narration sounded.

"In the year 220, Feng Kui, the elder of "Jian Yuanzong", brought back a 15-year-old beggar. After testing, the other party was only a three-spiritual root, but he still accepted him as the only closed disciple for the first time. It's called Mu Chen."

Subtitles appear again, 80 years later.

The young Pianpian Yujian came to the grove of the past. The tomb that was once hastily piled up has been repaired. The only thing that has not changed is the tombstone carved out of wood.

Next to the old tombstone, there is a newly built tomb with inscriptions on the stone tablet: the tomb of the first teacher Feng Kui.

"Grandpa, old man, I'm here to see you."

With a bright smile, Mu Chen walked to the tombstones, took out the roast chicken and a pot of wine from her arms, and placed them in front of the two tombstones.

He knelt down and kowtowed to the two tombstones, poured wine on the ground to respect the two, sat on the ground with the wine jug and began to babble.

"Grandpa, old man, I have not let you down, I have become the elder of Tianzi Peak, you are alive in the sky, you must be proud of me, right?

Tsk, those old men are yelling for me to accept apprentices every day, I am tired of them nagging, I can only run away, accepting apprentices, what a trouble, I am still a child..."

After finishing a pot of wine, he sighed and got up.

"There seems to be a big monster in the south. The emperor asked the various sects for help. I am going to enter the palace. I heard that there are many delicious foods in the palace. I will try something new for you. If the taste is good, let the emperor give it to me. Make 88 imperial dishes to honor you two!"

Kowtowing to the tombstone again, he left with his sword.