Liu Xiangzhou, a senior high school student, discovered something even more devastating than derivatives - she fell asleep during her evening math self-study, and when she woke up, she found that she had been transported into a novel about cultivating immortals.
What's worse is that she turned into the cannon fodder in the book who got lunch before she even appeared - her spiritual roots were dug out and her soul was gone.
In order to survive, Liu Xiangzhou hugged his thighs all night long and was sent to Kyushu by the great elder of Southern Xinjiang, where he joined the Tengfeng Sect, one of the four major sects. I originally thought that cultivating immortals was an ascetic practice, but it turned out that Teng Fengzong's daily life was: drawing talisman, burning talisman, and drawing talisman again. The fragrance of medicine mixed with the smell of cinnabar floated in the wind, and he and his classmates lived in a hurry. Occasionally when it gets quiet, the wind blows through the medicine garden, turning the talisman and rustling. Liu Xiangzhou gradually felt that this sect seemed to be okay.
Liu Xiangzhou saw a person, sometimes outside the Sutra Pavilion, leaning against an old locust tree to turn the pages of a book; sometimes at the fork in the back mountain leading to the medicine garden, he stood alone, with the wind blowing up from the valley, and the corners of his clothes were lifted and fell. The two never spoke. But occasionally her eyes met his in the sea of people, a glance that was neither far nor close, like two leaves falling separately in the mountains, knowing that they were falling into the same wind.
He promised her: "I'll take you home."
On this road, she knows everyone's ending, but she doesn't know what she can change.
I don't know the mountains and the moon, but all things in the world will only last a long time.
Intention: The mountain and moon don't know how long the day will come, but the wind remembers everyone