When I first met him, I was just a book boy who disguised himself as a man and dug herbs in the blue sky. I spent my days with birds and insects in the soil, not knowing how deep I was and how much money I had.
But he was different. He was an immortal granted by Lord Doumu, the new master of Huangquan. Even the Immortal Emperor had to respect him.
His white clothes fell into my garden, he picked my herbs and drank my medicinal wine and became sworn friends with me... Wait, how can I let him know that I am not a male immortal? Fortunately, he is usually quiet and taciturn and doesn't like to talk to me very much. He only occasionally talks more when he is drunk.
He liked to drink milk wine, so I stole Taishang Laojun's cow to get milk. He liked to see flowers, so I pulled out half an acre of herbs to cultivate flowers for him. He liked Jiutian Xuannv, and I took out the elixirs I had practiced for half my life and invited all the immortals to taste them.
On the great night of the underworld, the dying person is granted ten years of life, and the unjust soul has the opportunity to fulfill his wish in ten days. For a time, even the gloomiest Huangquan in the past was covered with a layer of joy, but all the green flowers fell overnight.
I thought I would be happy if he was happy. Why am I not happy when he finally finds the one he loves?
Intention: The reincarnation of the world and the mistakes of Yin and Yang are just ordinary.