The Fox of Zhao Zhao Drinking Flowers Please Come to the Road

Love is as deep as the sea, and a drop of clear tears creates ripples. It's a long road, and with a word of willingness, follow it to the end of the world. This is a calamity of immortality, and it is also a calamity of love. After all, everything cannot escape fate. Dependent origination and destruction, heaven or hell, if you ask what is the most difficult thing in the world, the only answer is: the word love. Small theater one: Everyone knows that foxes often cultivate demons. When a nine-tailed fox that had not been seen in thousands of years descended on Qingqiu Mountain, the demon world was invigorated. But who knew that this fox was going the opposite way, instead of taking the open road to the demon world, he chose to take the hard road of cultivating immortality. It is said that cultivating immortality is hard and tiring, and it is better to live in society than to cultivate immortality. For this reason, Wu Yao felt sorry, and You Yao asked her: "Why are you cultivating immortality?" Just listen to her calm reply: "Don't take the ordinary path, I will speak for myself." All the demons fell. Small Theater 2: "The world says that among the thirty-three heavens, the Lihen Heaven is the highest. Among the four hundred and forty illnesses, lovesickness is the most painful, and the five hundred and fifty debts are the hardest to repay." Ling Jiu'er swayed on her feet as white as jade, with the fruit of immortality in her mouth, looking at the novel in her hand and reading vaguely. I think that the green flowers at the foot of the mountain will read this book all day long, and they will be so mesmerized. It will really make people forget to sleep and eat after borrowing it. Ling Jiuer threw the book away and smiled sweetly at the white-clothed Taoist who was banishing an immortal to the side, "Daodao, you said that I will accompany you to the ninth heaven, and I will cure your lovesickness. As for the love debt, you still owe me. After all, how should you repay me?" The Taoist in white raised his eyes and said calmly: "I don't want to say goodbye, but my cultivation is worth mentioning. If you really want me to repay you, I can only give you boundless Taoism." Ling Jiuer sat up straight and blinked curiously: "What Taoist method?" There was a hint of cunning in the eyes of the white-clothed Taoist. He waved his whisk, revealed a breathtaking smile, and said lightly: "Humanity!" Let's see how the love between a fox and a holy Taoist unfolds a story of overwhelm and counter-overwhelm!