A girl comes from afar, a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. Immortal cultivators have few emotions and desires, and are as immovable as a mountain? Under the green catkins and willows and orioles, she brushed the rouge between her eyebrows and Pingting wrinkled her nose. It didn't matter if she passed you by. I just tied you up. The immortal cultivator tapped his jade fan lightly and smiled, "Little fox, before I grow up, you want to lock me up."