Yan Qiuyue was still picking up rags on the street, when suddenly a man with a fairy-like manner came over: "My child, I see that you are high-spirited, why don't you accept you as my disciple?"
Yan Qiuyue looked at the old man aside: "Yan Jiansheng, am I going to save the world? This is what it says in cultivation novels."
A dead leaf flew across Yan Jiansheng's face in the autumn wind, and he spoke shamelessly: "Yue'er, if it weren't for my illness, I would definitely be the best immortal in the world now, so go and fulfill the common wish of you and the old man."
So Yan Qiuyue was "kidnapped" in a daze.
On the first day on the mountain: "Boy, do you want a handsome face? I'll show you my disguise technique."
A month on the mountain: "Boy, are you resisting?"
A year on the mountain: "Old Shen, where are you? I'm lost!"
Lost for five days: "Fellow Taoist, please stay. I heard that you are lost, so why not come with me?"
Intention: Immortals are like humans, and people are like immortals.