At the foot of Qingzhu Mountain, a gust of breeze blew by, and a man in white suddenly stood in front of the "trembling" old tavern. He calmly put away his sword, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and strode toward a familiar location. A burst of hearty laughter came from behind, "Brother Bai is always the first to arrive. I really admire him." Shao Ziru joked as usual, made a face to Bai Qizhi with a smile, and sat down on the seat next to him. Shao Ziqi looked at the two of them, shook his head helplessly, and walked slowly over. He thought to himself, what a cheap sister. She forgot about her brother when she got a man. I wonder what happened to my cheap brother. She slowly squeezed the glutinous rice cake she brought for Shao Zinian and said, "Why are they so late this time?" "I heard that the mansion of the nearby Lord Zhang's house was burned down by two immortals who came to exorcise ghosts. Everyone is discussing this matter." Bai Qizhi said. Everyone exchanged glances with each other and sighed understandingly. It was known without guessing that after all, there were no other immortals besides Bai Mingzhi and Shao Zinian who could do such a thankless thing.
Intention: The right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life