Among the six worlds, the most beautiful is the human world, and the human world is often the most envied place for immortals, ghosts, and demons. Immortals envy the human world because there are no rules and regulations, ghosts envy the human world, which is a place of rebirth or remembrance, demons envy the human world and feel that there is a smell of fireworks here, and demons envy the human world because there is something called desire. But these are the thoughts of most fairies, ghosts and demons, and there are always one or two who come to the human world, not because of these, but for the thoughts and obsessions in their hearts.

At this time, on Luoxia Mountain in the human world, the reason for that immortal friend is what he thinks.

Luoxia Mountain, the first time people will think of the picture of "Luoxia and the lonely bird flying together", but I don't know when I take this name, I just want to sit on the mountain with my loved ones, watch the sun slowly set, the sunset spreads half of the sky, and then hold hands with her, so spend a lifetime together. Nowadays, the thatched huts on Luoxia Mountain have been built for tens of thousands of years, but people will not appear again. Some things, once missed, are for a lifetime, or even forever.

"Sang'er, you have been separated from the mortal world for forty years, are you okay?" The immortal friend on Luoxia Mountain is Yun Wu, the master of the Yun family, who was sitting in the pavilion in front of the thatched hut at this time, looking at the portrait he had painted for her many years ago.

The person in the painting is the person he has been thinking about in his heart, and the person he has been pursuing for many years. That day, he went to inquire about the cause of the mortal tree's injury, and met her in a pine forest, and she was still so outstanding and beautiful, and was not disturbed by the things of the world. Lying on a pine branch, just as it was back then. Back then, she couldn't forget it.

Caught up in the memory, he didn't realize that his barrier had been broken, and the man broke into his hut and stood in front of him before he relented. The person in front of him was dressed in red and was looking at himself. Yunwu stood up, looked at the comer, and said, "Girl, leave quickly, I don't care about you." ”

"Haha, do you think you can beat me? It's just because you gave him life that I came to remind you, please don't care about the injury of the mortal tree clan, if you do, I ······ Never, affection. The red-clothed woman's eyes were red, looking at Yunwu, their faces were a little similar, no matter how similar they were, it was not him, thinking of this, the woman smiled evilly, flew away from the grass house, and left Luoxia Mountain.

Yun Wu interrupted the memories because of this woman, put away the portrait, put it on his body, and walked into the grass hut.

In the thatched hut, two portraits hung above the main table. In one painting, a woman in colorful clothes sits quietly at a stone table, and the other is a young man in white, who looks a little like the woman in the painting. The colors of the two paintings are different shades, originally the picture of the boy was hung with a portrait of Sang'er, but later he knew that Sang'er was still alive, so he took down the painting, and later hung the portrait of the boy.

This woman in colorful clothes is his wife Feng Mingyue, and the young man is his and Feng Mingyue's child, whose name is Yun Fengxi. His wife was forced to marry by the family, and the children he had were drugged, and these were not what he wanted. But in the end, his wife lost her life in childbirth, and his child, like him, fell in love with a woman he shouldn't love, and he was gone. It's time for him to let go of all these years, to let go of a woman who is no longer possible.

"Mingyue, Fengxi, I will accompany you in this Luoxia Mountain in the future, and I will not go anywhere. Yunwu took out Sang'er's portrait, placed it under the two portraits, and sealed it in the dust.

The sun sets, the sky is full of sunset, the door of the grass house is open, the sunlight is printed on the two portraits, and the clouds fly to the peak, watching the sunset, watching the sunset.

The sunset of the human world, the work of the underworld begins. In front of Meng Pozhuang, Yang Fusang sat at the table as always, looking at the ghosts that were going to be reincarnated. The portraits she had painted a few days ago did not have ghosts, and she had to see them for herself.

It's just that today, she is no longer alone, and the woman from yesterday also sat in front of the village, looking at her from time to time.

Half a day passed, and the woman walked in front of Yang Fusang and asked her timidly: "Immortal envoy, you, do you want to find someone too?"

"Hmm. Yang Fusang's left leg was placed on his right leg, his hand knocked on the table, and he glanced at it, "Why? Immortals can't find people? Immortals are not omnipotent! People ask God to fulfill their wishes, but what about gods? They are just a speck of dust in this world, just to live a long time." ”

The woman listened to what Yang Fusang said, thought about it, shook her head, nodded again, and finally said, "Zhidong doesn't understand this, he only knows that he needs to fight for what he wants." If I can't find him, I won't be reincarnated. ”

I can't find it, don't I want to be reincarnated? This obsession is too deep, isn't it? Ah Qi! Ah Qi, what can I do? Yang Fusang heard what the woman said, knocked on the table, looked at Meng Qi who was serving soup in front, shook his head, nodded again, and said to the woman: "Your name is Zhidong?

"If you can't find it, keep looking until you find it. Zhidong's face was written with a look of not giving up.

She was so anxious that Meng Qi hurriedly gave her eyes to Yang Fusang, who put down her left leg and approached Zhidong, "If the person you find is not what you think, or a woman, what should you do?"

When Zhidong heard the word woman, he sat on the stool in fright, looked at Zhuangnai, and said, "I, woman, I, I don't know." "If she is really a woman, what should she do? Thank her for saving her life, and repay her by being a cow and a horse.

Seeing her sit down, Yang Fusang went to the Nai He Bridge, sat on the stone pier at the head of the bridge, looked at the scenery in front of the bridge, and the ghosts that went to reincarnation.

She still hasn't found him for forty years, and Zhidong's arrival made her even more convinced that she could meet him here, and that persistence touched her.

However, Qiaotou, waiting for one person to return, no matter how the years change, just to wait for him. Yang Fusang stood at the head of the bridge and looked at the vast Lechuan River, and Zhidong looked at Yang Fusang in front of the village, and the two of them each gave each other faith.

After Meng Po closed the stall, Yang Fusang walked down from the bridge and entered Zhuangzi, and Zhidong followed behind her, "Immortal envoy, can you teach me magic? I want to be like you." ”

"She can't teach you, she cultivates immortal methods, you! Now you are a ghost, and you can only cultivate the spells of our underworld. Black Impermanence appeared behind her, and quickly explained when she heard Zhidong's words. The personnel of these six worlds, because of their different physiques, the cultivation techniques are different, only people are different, if people are good at cultivating Taoism, they can become immortals when the opportunity comes, if they become demons because of their own obsessions, and if they do not become immortals and demons, they will return to the underworld after death, so that people can transform into immortals, demons, and ghosts. Only the demons are made of those birds, beasts, plants and trees, if they are good, they will also be ranked in the immortal class, but very few. Zhidong is now a ghost, so he naturally has to follow the rules of the underworld.

"Then, then teach me, my lord!" Zhidong looked at the black impermanence, as if he had grasped something that saved his life, and knelt down with a thud.

Hei Wuchang panicked, took Bai Wuchang's hand, and said to Zhidong: "My brother's spells are better than mine, let him teach you, Lao Bai." ”

Bai Wuchang, who was pulled over, glared at Hei Wuchang, shook off his hand, and left directly.

In the courtyard, Meng Qi took off Meng Po's clothes, sat on the stone bench to rest, looked at Bai Wuchang and walked over with a disgusted face, and laughed.

"Ah Qi, won't you tell her?" Bai Wuchang sat down and said this to Meng Qi.

"She knows it in her heart whether she says it or not, doesn't she?" Meng Qi glanced at Yang Fusang standing on the pavilion, retracted his gaze and said: "She knows, she just doesn't want to believe it, Sang Er has tested her, she insists on staying, you guys leave a stall over there, let her be in my village!"

Yang Fusang was going to go back to his room to sleep, but when he saw Bai Wuchang coming to the courtyard upstairs, Meng Qi looked at her again, and he wouldn't be sleepy, so he walked down the stairs and prepared to drink tea with them.

Over there, Hei Wuchang really accepted Zhidong as a disciple and was walking towards the courtyard.

Hei Wuchang walked up to them with Zhidong, "Come, look at my newly accepted apprentices, you haven't accepted apprentices yet! ”

Bai Wuchang threw a disdainful look, Meng Qi let out a sigh, "Cut!" Yang Fusang didn't care about this, but conjured up her tea set and prepared to make tea, this Meng Qi was very tired after a day of work, so naturally he couldn't let her cook it.

Meng Qi sat down at the tea table with Yang Fusang, and took the teacup on the table, "Sang'er, have you ever accepted an apprentice?"

"Apprentice?" Yang Fusang's hand paused and nodded.

She accepted an apprentice, and accepted a smarter apprentice, but he was no longer there. So far, she has only accepted one apprentice, and this apprentice is the person she values, but it is also this person who makes her lose her love. It seemed like it was just yesterday, and she would have forgotten about it, but this time she remembered it.

"I, Yunfeng, would like to worship Yang Fusang as a teacher, follow the master's academic method, and be willing to follow the master and protect the master for the rest of my life. Yun Fengxi, who was dressed in white, knelt in front of her, and after saying this, he kowtowed three times.

This picture appeared in front of her eyes, at that time, Feng Xi was still a child, and he was locked up in Luoxia Mountain. He was the child of Yunwu and Feng Mingyue, she could have left him alone, but he, like herself, was tortured by the secret art of the Feng clan, she knew the pain, so she accepted Tong Niang's suggestion, took Feng Xi as an apprentice, and taught him some techniques to relieve the poisonous hair on his body. She didn't know how much warmth she had brought to Yun Fengxi because of her actions, but she knew that by doing so, she would lose her husband after 10,000 years.

For many years, the scene of the battle between Ah Jin and Feng Xi would appear in her dreams, she would be sad, she would regret accepting Feng Xi as an apprentice, and even regret taking him out of the enchantment of Luoxia Mountain, and even regret not persuading him to come back when she knew that he was a Demon Venerable. It's a pity that there is no medicine in this world that can predict the prophet. After watching Black Impermanence and Zhidong just now, her heart has changed a little, although her apprentice Yun Fengxi became a demon venerable and died in the battle with the sun god Jun Haojin, but that was also her apprentice, she also participated in the tragedy of Fengxi, and she thought about how to make up for this.

"Sang'er, do you miss your apprentice?" Hei Wuchang's hand reached out in front of her and grabbed his teacup. Yang Fusang nodded, looking at the black impermanence.

"Who is your apprentice?, so I can tell him if I meet him in the future!" said Hei Wuchang, sipping tea.

"I can't see him, he's dead!"

"He's not going to be the one you're looking for, is he?" asked the Black Impermanence.

"No, but for now, I'm going to get them back. Yang Fusang put down the teacup in his hand and said solemnly.

"What's your name? We'll help you find it. Bai Wuchang said beside him.

"Yun Fengxi. Yang Fusang said these three words very slowly, looking at their expressions, Yun Fengxi was the former name of the previous Demon Venerable, he didn't use this name after becoming the Demon Venerable, I don't think they know.

Bai Wuchang said: "Don't worry, we will help you pay attention." ”

"Thank you. ”