Looking at their familiar daughter whose temperament had changed, Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu felt a little uncomfortable. Their emotions were extremely complicated. They could only comfort themselves that at least the worst situation did not happen, and everything was fine now. Yunqin had lived with her parents for a while, and she had behaved as usual in the past few days.

Apart from the fact that he looked somewhat like Qi Wuhuo and his hair was as white as frost and snow, he seemed to have returned to his former self. However, on this day, Yunqin looked at the rolling clouds and listened to her parents discussing the negotiations in the Lingxiao Palace, which had lasted until now, but they still hadn't made up their minds.

This is a matter that concerns the six realms, so naturally, a decision cannot be made easily.

The impact on all parties needs to be taken into account.

If the influence of heat and cold has not been eliminated and is still continuously affecting the environment of the six realms, it is common for this law to last for decades or even hundreds of years before a decision is made.

Just when Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu were talking about these things, Yun Qin suddenly mentioned that she wanted to go to the human world for a walk. Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu couldn't help but pause in their conversation. Looking at her worriedly, Yun Qin said softly, "Staying in the heavenly realm means being bored in the Zhenwu Mansion or the Beidi Palace."

"Why not go to the human world to relax..."

There is no way to criticize Yunqin's reasons.

Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu were actually worried that she would be bored in heaven. If she went out to relax, although it would not be possible to eliminate the huge pain in her heart, it would at least make her feel a little better. Zhinu and Yun Zhiyi looked at each other, and Zhinu nodded and said:

"...Want to go out and relax?"

"Of course there is no problem with that. It just so happens that I haven't been to the human world for a while. Now I miss it a little. I will go with you this time."

Yunqin said softly: "I want to go and see for myself."

Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu both calmed down.

The white-haired woman stood up, a smile appeared on her face, and said:

"Dad, Mom, you don't have to worry about me."

"I won't do anything stupid, I won't."

So Yun Qin left Zhenwu Mansion under the slightly worried gazes of Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu. They were not worried about their daughter's safety. Although she was trapped in the calamity of love and her cultivation had regressed, her own killing power had never weakened. She was proficient in one of the calamity swords of Shangqing Da Daojun. In addition, the lower world was the place of Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi, so she was very safe.

Yun Zhiyi watched his daughter go away with a melancholy look on his face, playing with the wine cup. For some reason, he looked a little decadent and old. It turned out that aging is not something that happens with the passage of time. The aging of immortals and gods is due to constant losses.

When we are young, everything is new. We are brave and diligent, and the whole world seems to be in our sight. But when we get old, everything we once had slowly leaves us, so we are sad and melancholy. Finally, we are standing alone in this world, and we cannot help but feel lonely and old.

The world is so big, the six realms are vast. Yun Qin moved on the clouds. She didn't actually want to go out to relax, but because if she stayed in the Heavenly Palace and the Zhenwu Palace, her parents would only worry more and more about her. It would be better for her to leave so that her parents could feel a little more at ease.

However, when she was young, she longed to secretly leave the heaven and come to the mortal world to play.

Everything in the world was new and interesting to her, and she longed for it so much. In her dreams, she would secretly skip classes and slip away to the human world to travel and have fun everywhere. However, her cultivation was still low at that time, her realm was not high enough, and she had no protective possessions. She was strictly guarded by her parents and could not leave.

But today, her cultivation has improved, and she has mastered the sword of robbery. The world is so big that she can play as she pleases, but she finds it boring instead. She doesn't know where to go, nor does she know where to go that is meaningful. She simply rides on the wind, letting it blow the clouds and carry her forward.

After crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and passing through hills, I suddenly saw a place with tall and majestic peaks, flowing clouds, and a small town at the foot of the mountain. People lived by the mountain. It seemed that the ten suns in the sky were too scorching, and even with the cover of the heavens and the resistance of the great formation of human destiny, the temperature of this world still rose.

The weather was getting warmer at this time, but it suddenly became so hot that it was even hotter than midsummer, and it didn't rain much. People were praying for rain. The white-haired woman saw that the people in the town looked thirsty, so she held down the cloud and used her magic power.

This is not the orthodox way of controlling the clouds and rain. There is no need to send a command to the Thunder Department or go to the Water Department first.

Simply relying on this magical power, the rain fell quickly and cheers came from the town. Yun Qin just noticed that this place was where Qi Wuhuo lived when he was young. The mountain not far away was Fangcun Mountain. With a slight movement of her mind, the clouds under her feet dispersed and fell into the town.

He concealed his figure and walked slowly, step by step, in this human town. This town was different from what it was a thousand years ago. It had become much more prosperous and occupied enough space. If it were not for some reason that this place was not suitable for expansion into a city, I am afraid that this place would have been chiseled out of the mountain wall by the Mohist disciples and built into a mountain city leaning against the mountain.

Now it is just a large and bustling town.

The white-haired woman was thinking about the past, wondering if the young man had also walked along this road a thousand years ago. She lowered her eyes slightly, as if he was still by her side. Her steps slowed down, and before she knew it, she had arrived in front of a courtyard in the town.

The appearance of this courtyard is concealed by some magical power, making it difficult for ordinary people to detect it.

The surrounding houses and buildings were all built in recent years, very much in the recently popular Mohist style. Only this courtyard is simple, as if the years thousands of years ago turned into amber, preserving this courtyard and the years that have passed in it, and spreading to the present, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding buildings.

Yunqin reached out and gently pushed open the door, and saw that the courtyard was clean and simple.

There is a stone table and a plum tree next to it, but because of the hot weather, the plum tree is not in full bloom.

She paced to the tree, stared at the courtyard in a daze, and stretched out her hand.

The white fingers gently tapped on the plum tree. The wind blew over, and the branches of the plum tree swayed slightly. Suddenly, flower buds bloomed, and then they bloomed here, just like in the past.

And in this town, it suddenly rained heavily. As if by some miracle, the rain did not become as hot as a steamer. Instead, the temperature dropped drastically and it became cool all of a sudden. People cheered loudly. A young girl thought of something. She needed to take care of the plum tree that had been passed down from their ancestors to be protected from generation to generation.

So she became an umbrella and ran quickly under the rain. Fortunately, she had walked this road many times and was very familiar with it. Her steps were nimble and light. She jumped step by step on the road and easily avoided the small and hidden puddles and took shelter from the rain on the road covered by the eaves.

Finally, he walked to the yard covered by the formation, looked at his clean clothes, felt quite proud, and hummed in a light tone.

Then he untied the formation, pushed open the door, and muttered with a little worry:

"Ancestors, please bless us, ancestors, please don't let the branches and leaves of this plum tree be damaged by the rain..." Their lineage has been protecting this place voluntarily for a thousand years. Ever since she was young, they have attached more importance to the protection of this plum tree than to herself. She didn't understand it at that time, but now that she is older and has read more records in ancient books, she is a little worried and naturally attaches importance to this matter.

The girl pushed open the door and was greeted by the scent of flowers. She was slightly startled.

His eyes suddenly widened.

The plum blossoms fall with the wind!

In front of the house, winter plum blossoms were in full bloom like snow, scattered in the wind. The winter plum blossoms blooming in this summer was already a unique sight, but when the plum blossoms rained down, there was an absolutely stunning beauty, with white hair like frost and snow, and a pure black robe. She was a peerless woman she had never seen before. She stretched out her hand and caught the plum blossoms. She turned her head slightly, her eyes deep and seemed to be sad.

Gentle voice:

"Who are you……?"

The stunned girl recognized that this woman who suddenly appeared here was definitely extraordinary. She subconsciously bowed and replied, "I am a junior from the Lingnan Su family. My name is Su Qiaomei. Nice to meet you, senior."

Yunqin said to herself: "The Lingnan Su family..."

I guess this is a family of spiritual practitioners.

Su Qiaomei said cautiously: "Senior, I wonder why we are here..."

Yunqin smiled and said gently: "Come back and take a look. But how did you know how to get in?"

Su Qiaomei said: "This formation was set up by my ancestors. It is a message passed down by our ancestors, asking us to protect this plum tree from generation to generation."

Yunqin asked, "Is this plum tree so important?"

Su Qiaomei said, "Senior, are you here to test me? Since you are here to appreciate the plum blossoms, you must know that this plum blossom was planted by a Taoist master who was famous all over the world a thousand years ago. His surname was Qi and his taboo name was Wuhuo. He swept the world and became famous everywhere. This plum blossom was planted by him when he was young."

"This is where he lived when he was young. I heard that Senior Qi has ascended to become an immortal."

Common people only know that the one who died to save the world in Tianwai Tian was the Great Demon Emperor Zhenwu of the North Pole in Zhongtian.

But who the emperor is has never been told to anyone.

So Su Qiaomei didn't know that the great senior she mentioned had passed away. She still had hope in her eyes and said:

"I wonder if the senior will come back to see the plum blossoms, so our family has valued this place for generations. I have also read the family tree, which says that before the senior entered Taoism, he studied and learned to read under my ancestor, Shengyuan, and this is how the incense came from."

"The Saint Yuan Patriarch was extremely talented, but he learned the truth too late. He spent his entire life assisting Emperor Taizu Wen in building his career. He returned here after he turned 100 and died at the age of 130. Before he died, he once said that the world was in turmoil, and in the era of great cultivation, people would fight against each other."

"The descendants of the Su family will not enter this world, but they will guard this winter plum tree so that the incense will not be cut off."

Yun Qin smiled gently and said, "Are you going to protect this plum tree for the sake of future generations?"

Su Qiaomei said embarrassedly:

"I used to think so too, so I thought that Saint Yuan Patriarch might be too utilitarian. I didn't like this decision. But later I looked through Saint Yuan Patriarch's books and found that he had learned a lot of skills and principles. He was able to retreat at the peak of his career. This is not the kind of person that he is."

"Later, I found the last letter from my ancestor and discovered that it was not true. He also said the second half of the sentence."

She looked more serious and said:

"As long as the Su family's incense continues, the descendants must come here to guard this winter plum and this house. They must maintain the appearance of a thousand years ago. There is no need for renovation and it cannot be changed."

"The ancestor said that the mortal world is like a stream, constantly moving forward. The more you practice, the higher your realm will be and the longer your life will be. However, everything in this mortal world is changing with each passing day. One day, everything that the Great Lord Wuhuo is familiar with will disappear."

"When he opened his eyes that day, he saw no familiar people or scenery around him. Wherever he went, whomever he met, they all called him senior respectfully. In the end, even his favorite dishes were lost. It was as if he had been abandoned by the world and the times."

"Perhaps this is how immortals and gods are, gradually becoming inhuman."

"The Great True Lord once called him Master."

"The Great True Lord is the Master of all people in the world."

"But Shengyuan Zu was not just his teacher. Even if the teacher was dying, he had to leave a little candlelight for his disciples. Even if it was weak, he hoped that it would let the Great Master know that his era was not far away. Before the teacher left, he left him a lamp."

"Although it is faint, it is enough to illuminate a small space and bring warmth for a while."

Su Qiaomei said this in a serious tone, and it was obvious that she was reciting the letter written by Master Su Shengyuan a thousand years ago. However, she added: "This was my thought a few years ago. I have gained some other insights over the years."

The white-haired lady smiled slightly and said, "Oh? What is it?"

Su Qiaomei looked at the plum tree and said, "People in the world are always chasing after fame and fortune, and they are short-sighted. Saint Yuan was worried that after he left, the descendants of the Su family would forget about this matter or use it to gain benefits. That's why he said that this plum tree could keep the Su family prosperous for a thousand years, and that every generation of ancestors, even those who were extravagant and absurd, would not be lazy about taking care of this plum tree."

"But I've let it go."

The girl had a pair of bright light brown almond eyes and smiled, "How beautiful these plum blossoms are."

"It contains the passion of legends from thousands of years ago, the love of teachers for their students, and the painstaking efforts of the ancestors of Shengyuan. It has witnessed a thousand years and many generations of people."

"As for the everlasting incense."

"But prosperity and decline are the laws of nature."

"Unless that Great True Lord comes, but he has never been here once."

The white-haired woman smiled and looked at the plum blossoms. The deep sorrow in her heart was still evident in her eyes. She reached out her hand to touch the tree and whispered, "You said that before he entered Taoism, he was a student of your ancestor?"

Su Qiaomei nodded and said proudly:

"My ancestor, the daughter of Saint Yuan Patriarch, almost got engaged to this great senior!"

The white-haired woman looked at the plum tree and said, "Do you know his story before he entered Taoism?"

Su Qiaomei wondered, shouldn’t others care about the stories that happened after one entered the Tao?

But she still nodded: "I know!"

The white-haired woman picked a plum blossom and placed it between the girl's eyebrows. Her fingers were cool and delicate, and she pressed it between her eyebrows. She smiled, but the smile seemed a little sad. She pointed at the stone table and said, "If you have time, can you tell me the story of his time?"

"I am very curious."

Su Qiaomei was puzzled, then immediately agreed. The white-haired woman sat under the plum tree.

The girl recalled a little and then began to skillfully narrate the past scenes in the file, telling the story of the days when she was young and had not yet entered the Tao. The wooden door closed, blocking out the scenery, while outside people came and went, and the world was as usual. They happily talked about how it rained today, but it was cool, but they had a good time.

Just a door away, you can be peaceful and tranquil, away from the hustle and bustle of the mundane world.

Only the plum blossoms fall, like quiet spring rain.

Just like a thousand years ago.