Sixty years later, a man, a woman, and two blue-robed monks appeared on a wide desert.

The two of them were surrounded by flying sand, and their faces were a little haggard.

"Senior sister, let's go......" The monk with a long sword on his back glanced at the woman beside him with a melancholy face, and said slowly.

"Senior brother, the "Wuji Immortal Mansion" and his party haven't met Senior Sister, where do you think she can go?" said the woman with a melancholy face bowed her head and whispered.

"Maybe she's back in the Peach Blossom Garden, maybe she's playing chess with Sister Fleur at this time......" the man replied thoughtfully.

The two of them looked at each other, and with a hint of loss, they moved towards the depths of this desert.

After another forty years, a boy in Tsing Yi also came to this desert, wanting to look ahead, as if there was no end in sight.

The boy's face was gloomy, his eyes were deep, and there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, as if the years had made him feel vicissitudes.

The boy looked at the vast desert, his eyes showed a look of longing, and muttered to himself.

"If the red-clothed beast is still alive in the world, it will definitely return to the Peach Blossom Spring. If she is no longer alive, I will help her protect the people she promised to protect back then......"

The boy in Tsing Yi stood on the desert for a long time, and finally began his cultivation in the early stage of his transformation into a god, and teleported forward.

In "Peach Blossom Spring", a white-haired old man sat cross-legged, and there was a trace of helplessness on his old face. The old man sighed slowly, felt the vitality of the jade slip in his hand, and said to himself, "Xiao Yanyu, it's been almost a hundred and fifty years, why haven't you come back......"

On a lonely mountain in the "Fang Family", a black-robed man had a hosta hairpin, and some young leaves grew on the dead tree behind him.

"My state of mind has long been stable, but why is it that after so many years, I still can't complete it?How long will the path of infant transformation trap me......" muttered expressionlessly, and the black-robed man closed his eyes.

Drifting in the smoke and rain, in a deep mountain, a year-old man hunched his body towards the depths of the mountain.

The old man had a yellow face and thin muscles, and his white hair was a little messy. With a sharp hoe in his hand and a bamboo basket with a large hole in his back, he walked slowly through the mountains.

"Alas... I can't do it...... I'm afraid that I can't do this kind of thing to pick herbs in the future......" Supporting the tree and resting, the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

The old man's surname was "Hua" and he had no name. The people in the village call him Uncle Hua.

Uncle Hua had no children and no daughters in his life, and moved from other places to the village where he lives now in the early years. Alone, he built a small dilapidated tea house at the entrance of the village, and made a living by selling tea for directions and occasionally going up the mountain to collect medicine. Although his life is not rich, he is not bitter to make ends meet alone, but now that he is older, his life has become much harder.

Uncle Hua cautiously explored in the deep mountains, although he risked being attacked by poisonous snakes and beasts to come to this deep mountain, but today he could not see a single herb that could be sold at a good price.

The humidity in the mountains was extremely heavy, and bursts of white mist rose. And the continuous drizzle in the mountains also made Uncle Hua plan to give up this trip to collect medicine.

Uncle Hua, who was going to return the same way, was unwilling, so he turned in one direction and walked down the mountain from another trail, although the distance would be farther, but he hoped to meet some herbs.

When Uncle Hua came to a hillside, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, only to see a woman lying in ragged clothes in the middle of the overgrown hillside in front of him.

Surprised, Uncle Hua looked around and found that there was no one else around, so he hurriedly stepped forward.

The woman was pale and appeared to be in her early twenties. At this time, his face was covered with dew, and he didn't know how long he had been lying here.

Looking at the clothes on this woman's body, it should be very gorgeous, but for some reason it was tattered at this time, and some white skin was exposed. In particular, this woman has a green bag hanging from her waist, which is embroidered with a pattern that Uncle Hua cannot understand, but it can be concluded that the price is very high.

Uncle Hua put his hand under the woman's nose, felt a slight breath, and hurriedly shouted.

"Girl, girl, girl......"

Seeing how he pushed and shouted, the woman showed no signs of waking up, so Uncle Hua was in trouble.

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Hua put the hoe and bamboo basket beside the woman, and hurried down the mountain alone.

When Uncle Hua came back, he was followed by two strong men, dressed in coarse cloth and coarse clothes, and their faces looked extremely simple.

The two men took turns carrying the woman who appeared in the mountains for some unknown reason, and Uncle Hua followed closely behind, looking around from time to time to see if he could find any herbs.

When Uncle Hua and his party returned to the village, it was already faint, and the sun was about to set. The women and children of the village surrounded Uncle Hua and his party, trying to figure out what was going on.

When Uncle Hua explained, he settled the unconscious woman in his small broken tea house.

Because of the arrival of this woman, the only wooden bed in Uncle Hua's house was occupied. This white-haired, old and decrepit Uncle Hua had no choice but to lay out the floor by himself and sleep peacefully.

On the second day, Uncle Hua saw that the woman showed no signs of awakening, so he rushed to the nearest town.

When Uncle Hua came to the small broken tea house with the doctor invited from the small city, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

The middle-aged doctor in a cloth robe took the pulse of the unconscious woman for a long time, and then prescribed a prescription for Uncle Hua.

and told Uncle Hua that this woman is fine, but she is weak and lacks qi and blood. Feed her a few pairs of medicine and she should wake up, and tell Uncle Hua not to let her catch a cold, otherwise she will catch a cold.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Uncle Hua's face. After giving the doctor a good herb as a medical fee, he personally sent it back to the town, and then rushed back overnight.

A few days later, under the careful care of Uncle Hua and the feeding of the decoction, the woman who did not know the origin finally woke up.

When the woman opened her eyes slightly, she saw Uncle Hua, who had a yellow face and thin muscles, and had reached his twilight years.

"Where am I?" the woman said in a faint voice.

"Girl, you've finally woken up! You've been asleep for days...... "Uncle Hua hurriedly said with some excitement.

The woman shook her head weakly, with an uncomfortable expression on her face, and then said weakly, "What are you talking about?" I don't understand......

Uncle Hua put his ear close to the woman, but he couldn't understand what the woman was muttering.

Seeing this, Uncle Hua shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Girl, you take care of it first, and when you get better, you can talk......"

With that, Uncle Hua walked out of the room, and when he came back, he already had an extra bowl of freshly cooked hot porridge in his hand.

Uncle Hua used a wooden spoon to take out some hot porridge from the bowl, and then blew it to cool, signaling the woman to open her mouth.

The weak woman lying on the bed saw the hot porridge in Uncle Hua's hand, and her stomach actually gurgled. Although she seemed to have a hint of doubt, she finally obediently opened her mouth.

A soft and warm taste appeared in the woman's mouth, and tears glistened in the corners of her eyes.

"Why don't I have any spiritual power in my body, and I can't feel my own divine sense......

The woman ate the spoonful of hot porridge that Uncle Hua brought to her mouth, and desperately recalled the previous memories in her mind.

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in her brain, and the woman fainted again.

Time flies, and three years pass quietly.

On this day, Uncle Hua sat outside the small broken tea house, chatting with a sturdy man who had just returned to the village from the city, and an old woman.

At this moment, a woman dressed in a coarse red cloth walked out of the wooden house.

This woman has a slender but solid appearance, although her face is not delicate, and her skin looks a little yellow, but her eyes are bright, which is unforgettable, and she has a temperament that does not belong to the village woman.

The appearance of this woman made the man who had just returned from the city look a little dazed.

"Xiaoyu, are you going to collect medicine?" Seeing the woman carrying a bamboo building and holding a hoe on her back, Uncle Hua asked.

The woman in the red cloth nodded slightly, but did not speak.

"Xiaoyu, you come back early, don't wait until it gets dark every time to go down the mountain. It's not peaceful in the mountains at night, and you have to go down the mountain at noon......" Uncle Hua instructed with concern.

A faint smile appeared on the woman's yellow face, and after nodding in response to Uncle Hua, she walked out of the village alone.

Seeing the woman walking away, the sturdy man sitting on a bamboo chair opened his mouth and asked Uncle Hua. "Uncle Hua, who is this girl?"

Hearing that the man asked himself, Uncle Hua picked up a small purple porcelain pot, and after taking a sip from the spout to his mouth, he replied with a smile. "Xiaoyu, uncle, I picked up ...... from the mountain"

"What? can you still pick up a woman in the mountains?" the man who asked the question hurriedly exclaimed with surprise on his face.

Hearing this man's words, the sip of tea that had just been taken in the mouth was squirted out by Uncle Hua.

And an old woman with a kind face on the side smiled and said to the big man.

"Xiaoyu, this girl, somehow fainted in Wangfu Mountain, and later when you saw Uncle Hua going up the mountain to collect medicine, you rescued her.

Xiaohu, you weren't in the village a few years ago, of course you don't know these things......"

The sturdy man nodded secretly after knowing the cause and effect, and then suddenly laughed shyly.

Uncle Hua looked at the man like this, and smiled knowingly.

This sturdy man was raised by Uncle Hua since he was a child, although he has been in the city for three or four years, but what he thinks in his heart, this Uncle Hua can know at a glance.

Although this village is a little poor, the people are very simple and kind-hearted. The mind is rarely hidden, and you can see a rough idea by looking at your face.

Uncle Hua put down the small porcelain pot in his hand and said with a smile at the man.

"Although Xiaoyu can really work, she is a mute...... But if you like it, uncle, I can also help you talk about it......"

When the strong man heard that the woman was dumb, he seemed to hesitate for a moment. But in the end, he answered, hoping that this flower uncle could also help him say it......

After all, he is almost thirty years old, and he has not been able to marry a daughter-in-law so far!

People of his age in the village basically have babies......