At the Hanjiang Ferry, the fog is locked in the smoke.
The flags of the "DuE Shipyard" fluttered in the cold and wet river wind, like a lingering soul. There is not really any boat in the square, just a three-story inn built on the river. The wooden walls are mottled, bearing the wind, frost, rain and snow of countless years. It is said that this place can save people who are riddled with evil in the world and have nowhere to go. It can also save demons, immortals and inner demons.
On this day, several bright and lively figures came to the shipyard, chattering and breaking the usual silence on the riverside. They are several young girls, wearing uniform sect costumes, with unworldly pride and excitement in their eyebrows. They placed a heavy sack on the counter with a thud, stirring up a few dust particles.
Behind the counter, the old man who was fiddling with his abacus slowly raised his head. His beard and hair were all white, and his face was criss-crossed with ridges. His eyes were not turbid, but had the calmness of an ancient well.
"Old man," the leading girl's voice was clear and a bit showy, "This is Baixiao Pavilion's stronghold here, right? We want to buy a story!"
The old man glanced at the sack. The mouth of the sack was not tied tightly, and the colorful and spiritual demon pills inside were vaguely revealed. They were all ninth-grade. For the young monk, this was already an incredible harvest. He didn't look at the demon pills, but asked slowly: "What story is worth trading for this bag of demon pills?"
The girls looked at each other, with a strange light shining in their eyes. "We heard that many years ago, the jade-faced sword master Li Wu, who once dominated the world and made great achievements in the war between immortals and demons, finally bid farewell to the immortal alliance, just to stay with his lover forever, Li Wu, his Taoist companion, is not a human fairy."
Another girl rushed to say: "Yes! We want to know who is the person who can make the sword master fall in love and even break away from the Immortal Alliance? And... What happened to them later?"
The old man was silent for a moment and tapped the table with his dry fingers. The river outside the window sobbed, as if sighing for someone.
"Li Wu... Qing Lin..." He whispered these two names, his voice hoarse, with some distant echo. "That was indeed a long time ago. So long... That even the person involved may not remember it clearly."
He cast his eyes on the misty river outside the window, as if he could penetrate time and see the beginning of the entangled fate.
"Then let's start from... The 227th time he found him."
Concept: reincarnation, love, resignation