The plum blossoms bloom and fall, and the clouds in the sky gather and disperse, just like many things in the world.

The white-haired woman stayed under the plum tree for three days, and Su Qiaomei also told stories here for three days. She came early every day and did not tell the elders at home what she was doing. After telling a story, she left when it got dark.

There seemed to be some deep and confused emotions in the eyes of the white-haired woman. Su Qiaomei was young after all, and she couldn't see clearly and understand. She just silently hoped that this senior would feel better after listening to the story, and she would read the book every day when she returned home.

Sometimes this story would take several hours to tell. The temperature in this world was getting higher day by day, and one could not help feeling dry and thirsty. The white-haired senior would pick petals from the plum tree to make tea, but he did not know where the water came from. It tasted sweet and refreshing, and lifted one's spirits.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but even when I breathe in and out, it seems to be a little more comfortable than before.

Sometimes when she was hungry, the white-haired senior would give her a kind of large and sweet peach. The peaches at this time of year had not yet grown fully, and most were small and green, tasting sour and astringent. But this peach was different. The Su family in Lingnan was a well-known family of practitioners, and although they were not wealthy, they were not without spiritual fruits.

But she had never eaten such delicious fruit before. She talked for three days, ate nine cups of tea, three peaches, and a piece of sweet and soft sesame cake. She told the three years of experience of the great senior when he was young, saying that he came here to escape from the war and was naturally lonely. Then she went to pick up firewood in the small yard of the man who originally looked after the forest.

It is said that when he was young, his family was poor, so he stood outside the yard, quietly listening to the teacher's lectures inside. It is said that he was very particular about etiquette. However, when Master Su was planning to recommend him to take the imperial examination, he suddenly disappeared for more than a year. When he came back, he had already entered the Tao.

No one knows what he went through that year.

Su Qiaomei looked at the incomparably beautiful woman and said embarrassedly:

"After all, this happened a thousand years ago, and I don't know much. This is all I have."

Then she immediately added:

"However, you can go to Zhongzhou to have a look. I heard that the great senior once traveled there."

The woman smiled, stood up and said gently: "Thank you for the past three days."

"…Do you want to know what he did that year?"

Su Qiaomei was very curious and answered that of course she was curious. She saw that the white-haired senior seemed to be distracted, watching the plum blossoms fall. After a long time, he smiled slightly and said softly, "That year... That year he was treading water beside the Tianhe River, standing on the galaxy and dancing with a sword, and eating several buckets of rice by himself, making people laugh at him."

Su Qiaomei seemed to see the appearance of a young man in front of her eyes, full of vigor and vitality, but also confused and awkward. Looking at the white-haired woman, she seemed to understand something. Her eyes suddenly widened. Before she could say anything, the white-haired woman holding the sword stretched out her finger and gently touched her lips, making a silent expression. A breeze blew by.

"Qiaomei, Qiaomei?"

Su Qiaomei was awakened by a series of voices in her ears. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was already dark. Her father held a lamp and shook her shoulder to wake her up. The middle-aged man was relieved to see his daughter wake up. Then he became a little worried and reproachful, and said:

"What's wrong with you? You slept here for a whole day, making it difficult for us to find you."

"Hmm? I slept all day, but, Senior..."

Su Qiaomei spoke subconsciously, but did not see the white-haired woman. She raised her head and looked at the plum tree. A few days ago, the plum blossoms on the tree were in full bloom, but now all of them have disappeared. Only green leaves can be seen. It seems that the temperature is too high. They are a little wilted. Where can you see any plum blossoms?

Su Qiaomei was stunned, and for a moment even she became curious.

Could it be that what she had experienced in the past few days was just a dream? She thought about it for a long time, but still didn't believe it. However, she couldn't find any reason or evidence to prove it. When she returned home, she was scolded by her father first, then by her grandfather, and finally by her mother and grandmother, who comforted her and told her not to disappear without saying a word.

Su Qiaomei was not worthy of the "Qiao" in her name, knowing that it was a combination of the black cop and the white cop.

But I also know that my elders are worried about me, so I just pretend to be well-behaved.

After experiencing this combination of "scolding" from the loving father and strict mother, I went back to my room and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I wondered in my heart, could it be that the experiences of the past few days were all a dream? Could it be that I really had a good sleep under the plum tree?

She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. After a few hours, it was already dawn. She simply sat up, lit a candle, and went to the table, intending to look for some books to see if there were any stories similar to her own. With a quick glance, the girl was startled to see her own face reflected in the bronze mirror, with a plum blossom hairpin on her brow. She was stunned for a moment.

When she reached out her hand to touch it, she suddenly recalled that a few days ago, the white-haired senior had put a plum blossom dot on her forehead. The girl was smart and smiled knowingly, her eyes lit up, and she said softly, "So that's how it is. It was the senior who asked me to keep this story and this little secret."

Su Qiaomei spun around and then threw herself on the bed, hugging the soft quilt, feeling a little happy in her heart.

A long, long time passed.

"What happened next? What happened next?"

"Did you meet that senior again later?"

Several children gathered around, their eyes wide open, looking at Su Qiaomei, who had white hair but clear eyes and looked like a young girl under the old tree. Su Qiaomei reached out and touched the flower ornament on her forehead, smiling, "Later, grandma never saw that senior again."

"It's just that in this world, flowers and trees are always in bloom, and there are always beautiful scenery in all four seasons."

"That senior, later on, should have gone to Zhongzhou to look for the legendary Great Dao Lord..."

"You should also practice hard and study hard. Maybe one day, you can meet an immortal."

People come and go. The young children like these legends about gods and monsters the most and listen attentively. Su Qiaomei, who is over 300 years old, looks up into the distance. The smoke from cooking rises into the world. It is winter snowing and it is the season for plum blossoms to bloom. She can't help but be a little absent-minded, wondering, where did that senior go?

Did she find the person she was looking for?

…

After leaving the small town at the foot of Fangcun Mountain, the white-haired woman headed towards Zhongzhou.

The summer wind was hot. She came to the capital city of Zhongzhou and saw the two sculptured beasts on the city wall. Chaofeng and Jiaotu recognized Qi Wuhuo's sword at once and happily invited this stranger woman, who they were sure had a close relationship with the Taoist, to come up and chat and watch the sunset.

Talking about the young Taoist priest, they said he was awkward and serious, and seemed like a good Taoist priest.

He was only fourteen years old at that time. He carried a bamboo basket full of medicinal herbs on his back and some cold and hard steamed buns in his arms. He walked step by step on the roads in the city in the heavy snow in the dead of winter, treating people like a real person.

It is said that when the young Taoist priest got married, he invited them.

They wanted to watch the sunset, so they didn't go.

Why did you come here alone this time? Where is Qi Wuhuo?

The white-haired woman paused, put the Zhenwu sword aside, and sat in the place where Qi Wuhuo liked to sit in the past, looking at the clouds in the distant sky, lost in thought. When the clouds in the sky gradually dimmed, she asked the two stone spirits when she left, asking them where Qi Wuhuo went afterwards.

"Where did you go? You should go home, right?"

Chaofeng's tone was cheerful.

Jiaotu thought about it seriously and said, "After he came down the mountain, he should have gone to Jinzhou, and then followed the road of Jinzhou to the gap between the demon world and the human world. I once heard the news that when he was sixteen years old, he made a name for himself in the demon world."

The white-haired woman wrote it down and then said goodbye. When she left, Chaofeng and Jiaotu shouted happily, "Goodbye, you must come again next time, and you must come with the little Taoist priest!"

Yunqin turned her back to them, waved goodbye, and did not give a positive response.

Jiaotu felt a little regretful and asked, "Tell me, will they come?"

Chao Feng was full of confidence: "He will definitely come!"

The white-haired woman walked through mountains and across water. She walked through the prosperous city of Jinzhou and saw the old tree with the scratches of the young Taoist's height. The old tree was mottled with years, and there were many new scratches on it, as well as the new child who tried to straighten his back to make himself look taller. Then his parents gently scratched the bark of the tree with their fingernails, leaving a mark.

If you have grown taller, you will be happy. Even if you have not grown that tall, you will feel a little depressed and will go back to eat more delicious food so that you can grow up healthily.

She walked across the mountain between the human world and the kingdom of spirits.

After walking through all the tribes where I had conquered so many demon heroes with my sword when I was young, I found the [Qin Yin Pavilion] in the city of Wan Ling. This [Qin Yin Pavilion] was supported by the eighth sacred bull Jin Niu during the turbulent times nine thousand years ago. Later, it seemed to have a close relationship with the current Lord of Wan Ling, so it became more and more prosperous.

She found the current patriarch.

She was an extremely charming fox girl named Su You. Even a loose robe could not hide the curves of her beautiful body. She had a gorgeous hairpin and fair hands. She was holding a jade ornament from the north. When he saw the white-haired girl in a black robe holding a sword sitting there, he was stunned.

Somehow, he thought of the young Taoist who had not wavered in the face of his magic a thousand years ago. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Young lady, you are so beautiful. I almost thought it was an old friend who came to visit you."

The white-haired woman said gently, "Old friend... is it Wuhuo?"

Su You paused for a moment, and she stared at the white-haired woman in front of her. Su You was an old friend of Qi Wuhuo. When the young Taoist entered the Demon Country, he hid in her Qinyin Pavilion. So when she saw the Taoist ascend to the sky to fight and finally disappear, she knew that the young man with such a brilliant talent had died.

Now seeing Yunqin holding the sword, he immediately knew everything. His expression was gentle, and the hardships of dealing with outsiders for thousands of years were gone. He was like the fox fairy who had just become an immortal and took over the Qinyin Pavilion. He sat in front of Yunqin and smiled gently, "My Qinyin Pavilion plays the qin and sells information. We probably know the news inside and outside the six realms. What do you want to ask, young lady?"

"Ask him how much he wants."

Su You smiled and said, "For that person, a cup of tea and a piece of music would be enough."

She recalled the young Taoist who ignored her charm and recounted the past in a low voice.

It is said that the first time he came here, he had a conflict with the demon Qing Jingwei's subordinates, and had to hide in this Qinyin Pavilion, using the pseudonym Qiu Shui Wuhen. There seemed to be a mysterious charm of Taoism in his piano playing, and he became famous all of a sudden.

He talked about the battle with Qing Jingwei, the monk back then, Chunyang back then, the fortune teller who never spoke the truth, the most beautiful woman in the demon clan who was trapped in a love affair, the Taoist priest with a sword, the willful demons, and the Lord of All Spirits who was still a small weed.

Everything will be told slowly.

The white-haired Yunqin bid farewell to the demon world. On the Avenue of All Spirits, the cultivators of All Spirits and the traveling merchants of the human race came and went, but there was no longer the hostility of the past. In the Qinyin Pavilion, the sound of pianos was clanging, and the storyteller banged the gavel, telling the story of how the Lord of All Spirits walked to the heaven and it was the white-robed imperial teacher who personally pacified the world.

When the emperor was still young and weak, it was this man who appeared and changed everything.

At that time, he was still young and wore white clothes to fight against thousands of troops. He deposed the Demon King of that time, and then he personally opened up a path and helped the young emperor to embark on the path of the Lord of All Spirits. He accomplished earth-shaking achievements, and then left calmly.

Just like the Zhenwu **Demon in the heaven and the Master of Jiubei in the human world, this is also the most popular storytelling in the entire Kingdom of All Spirits.

The white-haired woman listened to a passage and then walked away.

She met the Lord of All Spirits at the deepest part of the Kingdom of All Spirits.

I went to the capital of the human world, and arrived under the nine stone tablets, looking at the place where the Taoist once taught and preached.

In front of the storage room, I saw the willow tree he planted with his own hands growing in the wind...

On the shore of the East China Sea, we saw traces of him sending the Dragon Emperor back.

Finally, she walked through this world, climbed Mount Tai, stood on the Jade Emperor Peak of that year, looked down, watched the clouds flowing, looked at this world. Wherever she walked in this world, she could see his traces everywhere, as if he had never left.

He was stunned for a long time, silent and silent.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the clouds in the sky were tinged with light golden color, and spread out in front of the Jade Emperor Peak.

A wheezing sound was heard from behind, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe climbed up, holding his old waist. It was Di Ting.

This is Mount Tai, the Taoist temple of the Lord of Mount Tai, which leads directly to the underworld, so the gods of the underworld immediately know that the Lord's Zhenwu Sword has arrived. After a debate, the origin of this legend and story was finally revealed.

A thousand years have passed, and Di Ting is still at the level of an earthly immortal. If he was not born with a different species, he would have been immortal, and his bones would have turned into slag. At this moment, he wore a gray robe, climbed to the top of Mount Tai, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, looked at the white-haired woman sitting on the edge of the cliff, rubbed his eyebrows, and carefully persuaded:

"Madam, His Royal Highness Beidizi, you have come all this way. Below this Mount Tai is the underworld. Don't be so desperate as to jump down from here."

"This is not like other mountains. Even a god would lose a layer of skin if he jumped down from here."

Listen carefully to the opening, it is as irritating as ever.

He even wanted to slap himself.

The white-haired woman just smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I won't do that." Di Ting was stunned, but saw the white-haired woman stretched out her hand, as if there was a breeze blowing through her palm, her eyes drooped slightly, her temperament became calm, and she said, "I have walked through all these mountains and rivers, seen every inch of the world, and wherever I go I can hear people talking about him."

“It was as if he had never left.”

"I won't do anything stupid. If he were still here, he wouldn't want me to do that. I will stay here, guarding his stories and watching the mountains and rivers he walked through..."

Di Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

The wind on Mount Tai was blowing fast, and the woman's white hair fluttered slightly. Her temperament was different from the innocent and romantic one back then, and became calm and gentle, which made the bystanders sigh and ask what love was in the world. At this time, laughter suddenly came, breaking the atmosphere here -

"Oh?! It's good to have such a character!"

Lingbao, dressed in green and holding a sword, walked over, looking very pleased, but suddenly burst into laughter:

"But what if he's not dead?!"

Then the white-haired woman's eyes narrowed slightly and her body stopped for a moment.

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