Master told him this on the day he decided to practice Taoism.

If you want to practice Taoism wholeheartedly, you must cut off worldly ties.

Cultivating immortals is against the will of heaven. If one forces himself to have any connection with mortals, he will surely fall into an irretrievable situation.

He was still young at that time and did not understand the meaning of Master's words.

He only knew that he, Li Qingji, entered the sect at the age of six, established his foundation at the age of ten, and formed his elixir at the age of twenty. He was a rare genius in cultivation that only appeared once in a century.

He naturally thought that he was above all others.

Until that year, he went down the mountain to gain experience and met a mortal.

That's a girl.

He has round eyes, a thin body, and a backpack half a person's height on his back.

During the half month when he was waiting for monsters to appear in the forest, she came to collect herbs every day.

When he was bored, he would stand on the treetop and watch her.

Look at her climbing up the hill in sweat, just for a small piece of Polygonum multiflorum which is not of very good quality.

Seeing that she found a small piece of Rehmannia, she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.

Watching her slowly fill up the backpack day by day.

Later, he killed the monster with one blow of his sword.

It was a young purple raccoon that usually fed on snakes and rats in the mountains. It was not an evil monster that could hurt people.

He didn't need to waste half a month to deal with such a monster.

Now that he has gotten rid of the monster, he should leave as soon as possible.

But for some reason, he wanted to stay for another day.

Just one day.

Day after day.

He gradually lost control of his heart.

On an ordinary afternoon, he appeared in front of the girl, covered with scars.

He said his name was Li Fan, and that he had accidentally angered a noble in the city and was beaten up, so he had to flee here for his life.

Fake.

The name is fake, and so are the injuries.

Since Li Qingji established his foundation at the age of ten, he has never lost a competition. He has met so many opponents, but none of them could hurt him.

But A Zheng believed it and took him back to the village.

"Ah~ Zheng~"

Li Qingji repeated the name over and over in his mind. As the tone of the name flowed over the tip of his tongue, a tingling sensation flowed through his body.

Even he himself did not realize that he, who had always been so arrogant, actually stuttered and his ears turned red when talking to A Zheng.

Li Qingji thought, he was finished.

Maybe this is what mortals call fate.

Fate is unstoppable, it is God's will.

He completely forgot all about worldly ties and eternal damnation.

He stayed in the village with A Zheng.

A Zheng is the only female doctor in the village. Although her parents have passed away, she still has excellent medical skills.

Whenever someone in a family had a headache or fever, an elderly person in a family was sick and couldn't get out of bed, or a child in a family had a high fever that wouldn't go away, they would come to A Zheng for help. She would always hurriedly put on her big backpack and run out.

Everyone in the village liked A Zheng very much. They knew that A Zheng was an orphan who was busy collecting herbs in the mountains every day. Therefore, when it was time for dinner, someone would always invite A Zheng to their home for dinner, or bring some of their own food to give to A Zheng.

One month.

Two months.

On the first New Year's Eve he stayed here, all the villagers gathered together to celebrate the New Year.

When the villagers once again asked Li Qingji teasingly: "When will you marry A Zheng home?"

He took out a light pink jade pendant from his arms and looked at A Zheng with burning eyes.

"Zheng, marry me."

A Zheng blushed, she threw herself into her grandma's arms and nodded gently.

The villagers burst into laughter.

So in the spring of the following year, he and A Zheng got married.

In this small village, Li Qingji is not the young genius in the sect, nor is he the senior disciple that his master has high hopes for.

He is A Zheng's husband, a mortal.

His name is Li Fan.

He seemed to really think that his name was Li Fan.

In the tenth year that Li Fan stayed in Qingshui Village, his master sent him a message that after training outside for a long time, Li Qingji should go back.

At that time, his daughter An An was running around the village with a stick, chasing her grandmother's big black dog.

Eight or nine years old is the age when even cats and dogs dislike you.

Li Fan smiled and picked up An An, handing her a small packet of forsythia seeds.

At night, he held A Zheng in his arms, gently stroked her slightly bulging belly, and told her that he had to go out for something and would be back soon.

“How soon is soon?”

An An poked the rice in the bowl and looked at him reluctantly with wet eyes.

He smiled and hugged An An, then looked at his gentle wife, and became more determined in his thoughts.

"When these seeds bloom, I will come back."

A Zheng didn't ask anything, but carefully packed his bag and stuffed it with lots of dry food.

She said: "An An and I will wait for you at home."

Li Fan became Li Qingji. As soon as he left Qingshui Village, he stuffed the bag into the storage bag and flew back to the sect on his sword.

He thought it through.

He no longer wanted to be Li Qingji, and he no longer practiced Taoism.

He wants to return to Qingshui Village and become a mortal.

His fellow junior students looked at him as if he were a madman, and the elders also looked at him with pity.

Only the master shook his head helplessly, accepted his disciple token, and told him that he would definitely regret it in the future.

Why regret?

He has already figured out what is most important to him, so how could he regret it?

He returned to Qingshui Village as fast as he could.

At that time, he had been away from home for two months, and heavy snow was falling from the sky.

An An is most afraid of the cold.

When passing through a small town, he stopped and bought a goose yellow jacket for An An, and chose a butterfly-carved wooden comb for A Zheng.

He happily returned to Qingshui Village holding the small jacket and the wooden comb.

The fiery red sky reflected a field of broken walls. The wooden tablet engraved with "Qingshui Village" at the entrance of the village was kicked over by someone and lay crookedly on the side. The village was very quiet, with no crying children and no laughter of villagers.

There was no sound.

Only thick black smoke was rolling from the thatched hut and rolling towards the clouds.

The big black dog from grandma's house was lying on the charred corpses, whimpering in pain. Smelling a familiar smell, it stood up from the two corpses, one big and one small, bit Li Fan's trouser legs, and dragged him out with all its might.

Li Fan's eyes were dull. He waved his hand casually, and the big black dog fell heavily to the ground.

He could vaguely hear the sound of wild beasts gnawing on bones, and he stumbled over.

In his home, in his and A Zheng’s home.

A huge purple civet cat was hiding in the room, constantly gnawing at the corpse on the ground.

Hearing the sound, the purple cat raised its head and laughed strangely. Blood was still flowing from the corners of its mouth, but as if to deliberately provoke Li Fan, it lowered its head and bit the entire corpse into its mouth.

That's An An.

Half of her body had been eaten by the purple civet cat. Her little hands hung limply in the air. A jade pendant fell out of her arms, landed on the ground, and shattered into powder.