Everyone knows that there is a white fox under the Immortal Seat in the south of the Yuan Dynasty. The color of its fur is comparable to the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and its name is Sanqian.
"I have hurt you for three lives, and if you hate me so much, I am here, and Luo Cang is here, just do it, there is no need to say anything to him."
The sky will be bright and dark, and the moon will be dim and half-transparent. The evening breeze seemed to stir up the vast galaxy, leaving behind an unspeakable confusion for the rest of my life.
——Taoist Master, do you still remember your previous life?
——I don't remember my past life. When crossing the Wangchuan River, I lost it in the water.
——The immortals come to this Tianhe every day, but who are they waiting for?
——There is no such thing as waiting and waiting. Things in this world have always been settled with the word "fate".
Three thousand prosperous things are ultimately worth nothing.
A gentle and laid-back immortal, a dragon god who has experienced all three realms.
No matter how many times I walk across these five roads and six bridges, I will never forget you.
Open ending.
After all, there are three thousand ways to everything and three thousand ways to be different.