There is no time on Qingzhu Peak, and there is a return date beyond the Nine Heavens.
Shen Du lived in Qingzhu Peak for five hundred years. Get up every morning to practice swordplay, read in the afternoon, and watch the sunset over the mountains in the evening. He thought the days would go on like this, as quiet as a cup of cool tea.
Until a letter arrived from the Nine Heavens.
There is only one line in the letter - "The green hills remain the same, but are our old friends still well?"
The handwriting was one he recognized. That man's name was Yin Wuxie, a disciple of the Changming Immortal Lord of the Nine Heavens. When he was young, he came through the wind and rain in the mountains, and then turned around and left at dusk without saying goodbye. There were five hundred years between them, a sea of clouds in the ninth heaven, and a wall that no one was willing to climb first.
The fissures in the demon clan were loosened, and Heaven ordered the seal to be strengthened. The closest place to the fissure is Qingzhu Peak.
Yin Wuxie had to go back.
He thought about many possibilities for a reunion - Shen Du would turn him away with a cold face, would pretend not to recognize him, would say "It's okay here" and then turn around and leave.
But he never thought that Shen Du would stand in the bamboo forest he planted himself, look at him quietly like he did five hundred years ago, and say:
"You're here."
The wind blew through the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound, as if it had been calling for five hundred years without stopping.
It's not that some people don't love, it's just that they are too afraid of losing, so they don't even dare to reach out.
And some answers will take five hundred years to wait.
Purpose: Practice your hands