Qingyayunshu

In the seventh year after Lin Shuangbai entered the Immortal Sect, the snow on Qingwu Mountain covered the ninth peak. In the letter he sent home, he only wrote about the morning dew in the mountains, the moonlight in Jianping, and half a catty of sesame candy in exchange for bigu pills. In a small village thousands of miles away, the illiterate mother pressed the letter to her chest, as if she could touch the cocoon of her son's sword; the father stayed awake all night facing the words "Han Mei Ying Xue", always feeling that the ink mark contained the wounds scratched by the sword's energy; the little girl with haircuts wore the Qingluan hairpin given by her brother, and when she was washing clothes by the well, she always had the illusion that she could hear the distant phoenix sound coming from the hairpin. The road to immortality is long and immortality is elusive. Lin Shuangbai killed demons, asked questions, and built foundations. He realized the meaning of the sword in life and death, and cultivated his Taoist heart outside the world of mortals. But every time he breaks through a realm, the first thing he thinks of is always the day he left home, his little sister's hand that wouldn't let go of his clothes. Until that day, the evil calamity comes to the world. The immortal said that this is a great calamity for the common people, and those who cultivate immortals should cut off their earthly ties. Lin Shuangbai turned around and went down the mountain, carrying his sword in his green shirt, and embarked on the way home. It turns out that the deepest way is not outside the ninth heaven, but deep in the fireworks of the world.