Mo Chen was being chased by Immortal Chenshuang everywhere, so he had no choice but to ask, "Master, Master, your Taoist companion is waiting for you at home!" Bai Shuangqing sneered, "Taoist companion, ha! Don't you have any self-awareness?" Mo Chen looked confused. I am very self-aware, but I just accidentally made an "assist" to make you farther and farther apart. But my original intention is to pray for you to be long, and I can also win the 1 million grand prize! Bai Shuangqing looked at the eldest disciple with a dull look on his face, smiled slightly and said, "Have you ever remembered the white dust under the pond during the long day?" His master's smile fascinated Mo Chen's eyes, and the young man in white who emerged unknowingly slowly overlapped with the figure in his eyes. Mo Chen felt resentful in his heart: Bah! You are such a lustful guy, no wonder you can't escape from the hands of Immortal Chenshuang every time. When Bai Shuangqing saw that he was motionless, he sighed, "The snow and frost are dustless, and the cold moon is like you. Do you know this poem?" Before Mo Chen could react, he was pulled by his master to spend the night. In the afternoon of the next day, Mo Chen opened his eyes vaguely, his whole body was sore, and he was shouting in his heart which bastard had betrayed the spotless Immortal Lord? The clever sand sculpture apprentice Mo Chen is attacked by the cold master Bai Shuangqing.
Concept: First love is beautiful, but meeting each other may not necessarily lead to mutual understanding. Encounter involves too many coincidences, but knowing each other can last forever.