The pear and pear Mo bloomed, and the sea of flowers was hidden. Death grows and leaves, Sijun is drunk. The origin of the fate is extinguished, and the leaves have not returned. A hundred years ago, I tore apart my soul to protect your soul, but why, I couldn't find you? As the most noble person in the Xuanjian Sect, can the acacia of the bones stay together? As a human being in two lives, can that obsession come true? The dark tide of the immortal cultivation world is surging, who can not forget the original intention? What is that blue sword that always makes waves? Ye Chen: Master, you are too old-fashioned, you grow old so fast. Ye Chen: Master, do you love me? Riyi: I love you to the bone, but my forbearance has made me lose you. Riyi: The pear blossoms are blooming again, but where are you? Chen'er! Riyi: Morning ...... Chen'er, is that you? Ye Chen: Immortal Elder, I am a disciple of the sect, and my name is Jiang Ye.