Qingmen has been in the sea of clouds for hundreds of years, and the most profound love lasts for many years.
Yun Shu and his senior brother Shen Yan have been together in the fairy mountain for several years. They have a secret love and promise to remain together for the rest of their lives. When the troubled times are calmed down, we will stay together for a long time and live forever together.
But in a shocking demonic battle, the mountains and rivers were overturned, the smoke cleared, and only the sword and broken clothes remained.
Immortal sects all over the city are saying that Shen Yan, the top disciple of the Qing sect, has died.
Everyone abandoned her, but she was paranoid and unbelieving.
She gave up the peace of immortality, traveled thousands of miles in the mortal world, exhausted her immortal bones and obsessions, and finally found the person she longed for in the fireworks of the world.
But the old friend's eyebrows remain the same, but there is no trace of the old feelings anymore.
The gentle woman held the child in her hands and interrupted all her rush and infatuation with a gentle voice: "Young lady has recognized the wrong person. My husband's name is Ah Fu."
He forgot Qingmen, Yunhaiya's promise, and the tenderness that lasted for hundreds of years.
He became a mortal in the world, with a happy wife and children, and a stable life.
What he forgot was that he once had a little junior sister who was waiting for him to return to the mountain and devoted the rest of her life to him.
A journey through mountains and seas, a deep love that no one can remember.
After returning to Qingmen, her junior brother was punished because of her and had to practice three hundred swordsmanship in seclusion.
Master stood in the sea of clouds and the wind, and asked softly: Have you ever regretted your obsession in this life?
A big dream, the wind and moon are left in the sky.
From then on, there was Ah Fu in the world, and there was no more inkstone in the fairy mountain.
Xianxia BE | Difficult to let go | Amnesia and missed memories | This life is a different path, a lifetime of regrets
Purpose: Perfection never interoperates, regret is the norm
