The dew in Qingfeng Village has been dripping on Ji Ziyue's shoes for ten years.
She originally thought that her life would be like this: stepping on the soil of the medicine garden and exchanging half a basket of herbs for three steamed buns. Until I touched the half piece of warm jade among my mother's belongings and heard clues about the mountain temple - it turns out that there is really a saying of "immortality" in this world, which is hidden in a missing page of "Qingyuan Jue".
Without spiritual roots or adventures, her path to immortality was carved out with a hatchet.
While others were breathing in and out of spiritual energy, she could only squat in the medicine garden and learn to breathe slowly with the breathing of the plants and trees; while others were refining elixirs, the glow of the sun protected her body. She held the half piece of jade and caught the dew all night by the mountain stream, so that she could gather a trace of warm strength.
The legend of the mountain ghost, the shadow of the Blood Demon Sect, and the withered bones under the cliff all told her: mortals should be tougher than weeds if they want to live.
But every time the warmth in her dantian spreads, like the hope she held in her chest flies away, she always thinks of the words in her mother's letter: "I don't want to fly to heaven, I just want you to live happily."
Later, she understood that immortality was never a fairy fruit in the clouds. It was the girl in the mountain who gritted her teeth and turned the idea of "wanting to protect her family" into the starlight on the long road.
——This is a girl's dream of immortality: from chopping firewood with a hatchet to chopping mountains with a hatchet; from grabbing medicine for her grandmother to fighting for her own life. She didn't know what "the great road" meant. She only knew that every ordinary breath she took was an extra day asking from God.
