Emberless Lamp

She likes to be alone in everything she does. The beautiful woman is attacked by a hard-mouthed, soft-hearted and cold-blooded immortal. 1V1, he —— According to legend, there once was an Immortal Lord in the Immortal World who possessed unparalleled magical skills. The Immortal Lord is always dressed in white, flawless as the snow, and wears a white jade ring around his waist, looking cold and lofty. No one has ever seen the true identity of his weapon, only its name - "Wuhen" - has been passed down to the world. It's called "No Ember" and this life is endless. Everyone in the immortal world said that he should have been in the divine position and be favored by heaven. However, the Immortal Lord just twirled his fingertips lightly and walked away with his hands behind his hands. His indifferent response came from the wind: "I was punished by God." Everyone in the immortal world didn't understand what he meant, so they just thought it was a joke by the immortal king and laughed it off. Until one day, the immortal king died. Unprovoked, unprovoked, like a trick of heaven, but also like fate. —— Deep in the fairy world, there is a place called "Ming Pavilion". This place is deep and dark, with thousands of embersless lamps hanging, each lamp representing the fate of an immortal. When the lamp is on, it indicates life; when the lamp goes out, it indicates death. That day, Lord Shen Xian was about to leave from the Ming Pavilion when he suddenly saw a life lamp quietly extinguished. The elder of Mingge slowly took off the lamp with a solemn expression. This lamp has a unique structure and is the unique life lamp for the "Three Lords" among the Sixteenth Mansion of the Three Lords in the Immortal Realm. Lord Shen Xian was one of the three monarchs, and there was another Immortal Lord standing next to him. They knew that the deceased must be Jiang Zhoumian, Lord Jiang Xian. When the death knell was about to ring, Shen Rangchen stopped the bell ringer. "I'll bring him back," he said. —— When Jiang Zhoumian opened his eyes again, he had turned into a three-year-old child, among a pile of dead people, and was ignorant of the world. He was rescued by an old monk and brought back to the ancient temple. He was renamed Jiang Mengxiu and grew up amid the sounds of morning bells and evening drums. One day, the old monk called him to the main hall and said seriously: "Your life should not be cut off. I have blocked the way of heaven for you. Now you should return to your place." Jiang Zhoumian was full of doubts: "My position?" "Going north, there will be secrets from heaven, and noble people will guide you along the way." The old monk said. Jiang Zhoumian remembered his teachings and embarked on the journey north. Holding a plain white paper umbrella, he walked to a deserted ancient city, but was stopped by two people. Only one person laughed and said: "Young Master Yaxing, he actually broke into this deserted city alone." Jiang Zhoumian raised his umbrella and took a closer look. He saw that the two of them were dressed in green clothes and one in white clothes. They matched perfectly. He thought of the old monk's words in his mind. Jiang Zhoumian spoke unnaturally: "Your Excellency?" The man who spoke earlier was stunned, but the cold-tempered man next to him snorted coldly and said calmly: "My lord." Jiang Zhoumian bowed his hands and asked, "Why are you two young masters here?" "Tread on the clouds, break through obstacles, and find the traces of elves. What about you?" Said the cold-tempered young master. Jiang Zhoumian smiled and replied: "Control the wind, break through the fog, and ascend to the path of immortality." —— Note: 1. This is the first article. The writing style has many flaws. Please bear with me. 2. Update by chance 3. Decline to accept/attack and control Intention: The fate is not over, we will meet again.