Penglai Boundary.

The light rain was like a crisp, silky silk, covering the whole mountain.

In a bamboo hut halfway up the mountain, a woman with a calm face, holding a paintbrush in her hand, carefully sketched on paper.

A picture of a bamboo forest jumps on the paper, and the painting is very exquisite. Although it is an ink painting, it is full of greenery.

The woman leaned down slightly, lifting her brush and focusing on it, ready to add the final stroke.

At this time, a very excited voice came from outside the house.

"Si Xuan! I am back! ”

Startled by the voice, the woman lost her mind slightly, and when she reacted, there was already a black dot on the painting, and the artistic conception was also destroyed.

Looking at the destroyed painting, the woman named Si Xuan frowned slightly, and shook her head regretfully. She put away the painting on the table and tossed it aside.

Then, Si Xuan walked out of the bamboo house and looked at the stone path in front of him.

A short time later, a man dressed in a lily robe stepped up the stairs. There was a half-meter-long fish hanging from his waist, but the basket he was carrying was empty.

When the man saw Si Xuan, he grinned and said loudly: "There are no fish today, just such a small fish." ”

Although he said that, his face was full of pride, and he wanted to show off.

"You're asking the rod to help you again, right? A dignified immortal, if you catch a fish and need the help of the instrument, is it a shame? Si Xuan's eyes were full of smiles, and he joked about his father-in-law.

The man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and retorted unconvinced: "How is it possible! I Penglai never deceives myself. ”

He turned his head to look at a fishing rod made of bamboo, and continued: "Fishing Immortal, you said yourself, did I catch this fish?" ”

The fishing rod shook slightly, and his tone was full of determination: "The master caught it himself!" I definitely didn't help! ”

The woman didn't say anything when she heard this, just smiled and took the fishing rod and put it in the corner of the bamboo house.

Penglai Xian took off his coat, sharpened his knife, and it didn't take long to make a delicious meal of the fish he caught.

The two sat in the bamboo hut, listening to the sound of drizzle outside, talking and laughing.

"Penglai, how long have we been in the spirit world?" While eating, Si Xuan suddenly asked out loud.

Penglai Xian replied casually: "It's been more than two hundred years, and I can't remember it clearly." ”

After a pause, he continued: "I don't know how other fellow Daoists are doing now......

"It's useless to think too much, let's eat first." Si Xuan picked up a piece of fish meat, gently put it in the Penglai Immortal Bowl, and said softly with relief.

A gust of mountain wind blew open the unclosed windows and brought a little drizzle into the house.

Penglaixian got up and walked to the window and looked out.

Outside, the breeze is light, the smoke and rain are misty, and it is very quiet.

……

There is no time in the mountains, a thousand years.

It's still the mountain, it's still the bamboo house.

Penglai Xian held a fishing rod in his hand, sat quietly in front of a small pool, and looked at the water in distraction.

A small fish bit the hook and struggled violently, but Penglai Xian did not react.

In the middle of the night, the little fish broke off the hook, shook its body in the water, and swam away.

"The host ......"

The voice of the machine spirit sounded, waking up the Penglai Immortal who was wandering in the sky.

Only then did he come to his senses and stood up in a daze. Looking at the empty fish basket, his wrist shook slightly.

A big fish jumped up from the water and took the initiative to jump into the hands of Penglai Xian.

He took a deep breath, then shook his spirits, turned his head to look at the house, and shouted, "Si Xuan, I caught a big one today!" ”

Penglaixian adjusted her tone to make her voice sound as excited as possible.

Then, a suppressed cough sounded out, and Si Xuan walked out of the house.

She still has a smile on her face, a delicate face, and a good figure.

"Then let's eat grilled fish today." Si Xuan spoke softly.

Peng Lai Xian nodded, and with a light touch of his finger, a flame slowly fell to the ground.

After a while, a burst of fragrance came from the grill, and Penglai Xian took a large piece of fish meat and handed it to Si Xuan.

Si Xuan tore off a piece of fish meat in small bites, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shrunk his neck: "It's delicious!" ”

Looking at her expression, Peng Laixian couldn't help laughing, and her originally uncomfortable mood was much better.

But Peng Laixian's eyes swept away, but he saw a white hair, which appeared on Si Xuan's head brightly.

He moved, and it was as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

Closing his eyes and forcing the tears back from his eyes, Penglai Xian looked away and looked at the bamboo forest not far away.

The bamboo roots are straight, green in color, and full of life, as if it was the same as it was thousands of years ago.

But Penglai Xian knew in his heart that those bamboos thousands of years ago had already died.

……

Another thousand years have passed.

In the Penglai Hall on the top of the mountain, it is empty, and only two chairs are placed.

A frustrated immortal sat in a chair, silent, completely motionless.

Since Si Xuan's death, Penglai Xian moved from the bamboo house to the main hall, and he has never fished again.

Even if he catches it, who can he show it off to?

I don't know how long it took, Penglai Immortal suddenly got up and stumbled towards the outside of the hall.

He had a fishing rod in his hand, and his eyes were dark.

Standing in front of the stone path down the mountain, Penglai Xian looked forward and saw a loquat tree in the distance.

It was planted by Si Xuan himself when he died.

Closing his eyes, Penglai Xian still didn't dare to pass by the bamboo house, but changed directions and walked down the mountain.

Walking through the letter tour, he eventually came to a seashore.

Penglai Xian sat on the ground, quietly watching the tide rise and fall.

"Everyone in the world wants to become an immortal, but I became an immortal, why do I regret it so much?"

He muttered as if he were torturing himself.

After a pause, Peng Laixian looked at the fishing rod in his hand and continued to ask, "Fishing Immortal, do you know?" ”

The machine spirit hesitated for a long time, but still didn't know how to answer.

Penglai Immortal sat on the beach, and I don't know how long it took.

The aura on his body became weaker and weaker, and the power of the immortals was gone.

The fishing rod stood by his master's side, amusing him in a different way, but he never received a response.

Finally, one day, Penglai Xian's voice sounded again.

"Fishing immortals, I don't understand, and I don't want to figure it out."

"I tell you something, and you must do it. When you're done, someone will take you away. ”

"When the man comes, tell him to go to the temple on the top of the mountain."

After finishing speaking, Penglai Xian's finger lightly injected a stream of aura into the fishing rod. Then he threw it out with a flick of his hand.

Finally, Penglai Xian stood up.

Looking at the sea in front of him, he straightened his clothes, smiled indifferently, and his body dissipated into the air little by little.

A mournful roar sounded in the Penglai realm, and all the living beings knelt down in the direction of Penglai Immortal.

After a while, a gust of spiritual rain fell, moistening every inch of land in the spiritual realm.

A generation of immortals will be dissolved.

On the shore, a turtle sat in a small boat, somewhat dazedly, stretched out its paws and caught the raindrops falling from the sky.

Its eyes were full of sadness, and it didn't say a word for a long time.

Remembering his master's instructions, the turtle finally sat down and waited quietly.

……

This is thousands of years.

On this day, on the shore, which had been quiet for thousands of years, there was a burst of conversation.

"Qing Huan, in the Void Spirit Realm, the first thing to be careful about is the alien beasts, the flesh here is weak and strong, and most of them are ......"

"I know, I know, if you are verbose, you will be crooked!"