"Master, I'm leaving."
The top of Kunlun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.
Chen Fan was carrying a canvas bag that had been washed white, and he kowtowed three times to the deserted valley.
The mountain wind blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves as if to see him off.
He stood up, patted the dust on his knees, and walked down the mountain without looking back.
His unreliable old master left a letter and ran away half a month ago, saying that he was going to travel around the world and experience life. There was only one sentence in the letter, asking him to go down the mountain to Jiangcheng, find someone named Liu family, and fulfill the engagement made twenty years ago.
Chen Fan was deeply unhappy.
He had stayed in the mountains for twenty years, collecting herbs, refining elixirs, and practicing martial arts every day, just like a savage. It was awkward for him to suddenly go down the mountain to marry a wife he had never met.
But it's hard to disobey the master's orders. Although the old man is incoherent, what he says is the imperial edict.
Chen Fan sighed and thought, what is this mortal world like? The old man always said that the mountains are fun, the women are prettier than the monkeys in the mountains, and the wine is better than mountain spring water. I don't know if he is bragging.
