Don't Lose, Don't Forget, Cherish Each Other

I have never walked through thousands of rivers and mountains; I have never seen things change and people change. Blame it on me for mistaking the wind, flowers, snow and moon for the vicissitudes of life, a thought, six mortal lives, a dream for ten thousand years, a spring breeze ten miles away, and a soft heart for ten thousand fingers. If we cherish each other, we will always remember each other. There are rumors in the world that Lord Si Mingxing is the most powerful official in the world. He can change his name, change his fate, punish evil and eliminate good, all in one thought. Even the Emperor of Heaven, the number one commander in the Heavenly Realm, must be courteous when meeting him. Admittedly, I don't know how Lord Siming Xing could be hailed as the highest official in heaven and earth, and how the Heavenly Emperor could become the first commander-in-chief of heaven. Perhaps the Shenglan Supreme God and Ronghua Immortal Lord in the ninety-fifth heaven have been in seclusion for a long time, and have long lived the idle life of wandering clouds and wild cranes, and their merits in the lower world have slowly faded out of sight. As for me, who is miserable, I am obsessed with plucking out the hair from the tail of the roaring dog that fought with the God of War under the throne of Erlang Xiansheng, and conceiving a new chapter of my destiny. I am not talented, but I am the first commander of the Heavenly Realm, and the Emperor of Heaven will show courtesy to me. I don't know which bastard spread the rumor, it's simply insulting! I have been working hard for tens of thousands of years, and my hard work has made great achievements. I calculate my destiny and life expectancy all day long, and work hard every night. The fruits of my labor are either used as entertainment by the monkeys on their way to the West, or used to fill the Eight Diagrams stove for the Supreme Lord. When I saw the two alchemy boys carrying away the fruits of the past few months, I didn't forget to raise my crystal-clear thumbs before leaving to boast that the elixir made from the paper I moved away from Ben Xingjun was better than the cinnamon branches cut down by Wu Gang! Every time I think about this place, no matter how thick-skinned I am, a few starlights will appear in the corners of my eyes, and I feel like crying but without tears, as if I am silently asking the sky. The so-called fallacy that good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles has somehow become the truth when it comes to Ben Xingjun. One day, the old man of the Emperor of Heaven watched the lotus petals in the Yao Pond wither, feeling sad for the spring and a little sad for the autumn. He felt sorry for Si Ming, a little immortal who didn't know the sufferings of the human world and had been living in the heaven for many years, ungrateful and unwilling to make progress. He was so cruel that he even spared his colleagues. Henceforth, a handwriting decree demoted me to the mortal world. When Xian'e came with the handwriting, the history book of the Six Realms in my hand was turning to the part where the Emperor of Heaven killed my mother and imprisoned my brother to seize my husband's throne. When I heard such a bloody reason to demote me to the mortal world, my face turned purple, the corners of my mouth curled up in an abnormal arc of three months, my eyebrows were furrowed, and my eyes were filled with starlight, as if I was about to squeeze out water. I think Xian'e had never seen the world before. Seeing me like this, she ran away without even leaving a word of comfort. After that day, Si Ming Xingjun was so angry that he went crazy and became a gossip that people in the immortal world talked about. The sound of sighs and sighs was passed down from generation to generation among the new Tianbing Danzi in Nantianmen, and it lasted for a long time. In fact, Ben Xingjun was just suppressing a smile... In the end, Ben Xingjun reluctantly and gracefully embarked on the mortal journey of the sixth life in a trance under the sympathetic eyes of the immortals.