"Master, Master."
He woke up from a dream, and countless images emerged in his mind. The white-haired immortal held his hand and taught him how to hold a sword. He stood under the big tree with clusters of pear blossoms on the top of the mountain. The immortal's back was tall and slender, but extremely lonely.
Later, under the tree, there were also large clusters of pear blossoms. He once held someone's hand and taught the young man to memorize the boring sword skills. The young man's face was gentle and serious, and he followed him every word. He also stood under the tree. He was about to close his eyes and meditate but was awakened by the young man behind him. He turned around and saw that the young man's eyes were bent into crescents, filled with white flowers floating in the sky.
The young man called out: "Master, do you know that this is the happiest time in my life."
Later, he stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the fire below. Someone behind him smiled and asked him: "Master, why don't you even look back at me?"
He didn't want to look back, but he heard the man laughing more and more freely. When he smiled to the extreme, he waved his hand.
That tree fell.
Intention: In the vast sea, I have been searching for more than several years to cross the immortal world, but I can have this chance to come back again, let alone you in front of the screen?