When I was young and ignorant, my childhood sweetheart made a promise to the hibiscus flower by the Mingqing River: today, five years later, no matter where I am, I will come as promised. But five years later, Mingqinghe was in chaos, and the demon world killed innocent people and fought violently, and the hibiscus flower disappeared. A few days later, the Mingqing River was blood red, and the hibiscus flowers from the past could not come back, but were replaced by manzhushahua. The two teenagers failed to meet each other and almost died. They were rescued by the Immortal Family, and accidentally became disciples of the same master, and thus began their ordinary journey of cultivating immortals [crossed out]
Intention: To write about separation, joys and sorrows, life is just a line. When you meet good people or bad people, they will always intersect and then separate. It is difficult to find a person parallel to yourself to accompany each other and go on. Even if you find one, the parallel lines will never intersect, and the distance between people can never be changed.