Fate

On a night when the blood moon was in the sky, three-year-old Lu Chenyao was thrown off a cliff by his mother. Fifteen years later, a beggar boy covered in wounds crawled out of the pile of corpses. The ancient curse pattern suddenly appeared on his wrist and illuminated the entire dark alley. "I found you." The girl holding a green bamboo umbrella squatted in front of him, and the raindrops dripping from the edge of the umbrella turned into emerald-colored dragon scales. The amnesiac beggar didn't know that the girl named Su Waner in front of him was a member of the Green Dragon clan that should have been extinct in ancient times. Little did he know that she had been waiting for thousands of years, waiting for this moment when the curse patterns resonated. When the pursuers of Netherworld Palace appeared again, and the old beggar and wine man used his body to block the sharp blade stabbing the young man, the sealed memory began to awaken - it turned out that he was actually the young master of Lutian Sect who was supposed to die under the blood moon. From the ruined temple to the starry sky, from the mundane world to the Nine Netherworld. When Su Waner was forced to reveal the true form of the Azure Dragon, when Jian Wujiu's broken swords were inserted all over the mountain top, when the alchemy furnace in Yaoxian Valley burned out the last ray of fragrant soul... Lu Chenyao finally understood that the so-called fate meant that he would personally send the people he loved to death one by one. And in a world without any old friends one hundred thousand years later, the amnesiac man wandering around the teahouse listening to books will never know who the fairy in green who "turned into a dragon and died for love" in the storyteller's words is waiting for.