The music was melodious and brisk, and in the silence there was a lot of resentment, and the stone was intoxicated by it.

At the end of the song, the water and gas scattered, the two beasts collapsed, and the world was quiet.

The stone awoke from his slumber and moved the emperor closer to the waterhole and the woman playing the pipe.

Seeing the stone approaching, the two yin and yang beasts got up from the ground, staring at the stone with wide eyes, the yin ice beast couldn't help but roar, and the spring water paused for a moment, the stone held the obsidian in one hand, stood up straight and saluted the woman, and said in a trembling voice: "Female, female fairy, we inadvertently broke into here, please forgive the fairy, I heard that this spring water can save people?"

The woman did not turn around, nor did she answer, rubbing the pipe in her hand, as if immersed in some emotion, and had not yet come back to her senses.

The emperor was awakened by the roar, coughed, shook his head and woke up, opened his eyes, saw everything in front of him in a haze, his face was happy, and he gasped and shouted: "Little master, we have come to the Divine Spring!?"

"Yes, Master!" said the stone in a low voice.

"Do you recognize this as a sacred spring?" the woman said, trying her best to suppress the excitement in her heart, but her delicate voice still carried many emotions, joys and sorrows.

The stone walked over and helped the emperor up, and the emperor sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name: "Om, what kind of immortal, dare to ask which immortal this fairy is, or is it a god, an earth immortal, or a ghost immortal?"

"Hahahaha!" When the woman heard this, she turned her head and looked at her appearance, when she was twenty years old, she had phoenix eyebrows and apricot eyes, peach cheeks and red lips, long hair and shawl without carving, a dress of graceful clothes, her face was angry, and she showed her teeth slightly, and said: "How are the heavenly immortals? What about the immortals?

The two beasts of yin and yang also came to the woman's side, and they regained their majestic appearance, which was shocking.

Stone looked at the woman's face, it was really unseen in his life, I am afraid that I will never see such a beautiful and majestic woman in the second half of my life, I looked at her blankly, and lost my mind for a while.

The emperor was also secretly surprised that there was such a beautiful woman in the spiritual realm, and he never expected it, but looking at the look around her, she seemed to have a murderous aura, and hurriedly said: "The fairy is angry, the little monk is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty in the world, Ba Sima, this is the Maoshan Taoist heir stone, the two of us accidentally entered the spiritual root, I heard that this seven-colored sweet spring can be resurrected, and can be immortal, I came to ask the fairy to be kind and reward the divine water." ”

After that, the emperor bowed his head and bowed, and his five bodies fell to the ground, extremely pious.

The woman glanced at the emperor disapprenously, and then moved her eyes to the stone, those eyes were as clear and deep as a pool under the seven-colored sweet spring, and there was no mundane dust in the world.

Looking at each other, Shi blushed, lowered his head, and said, "I, I don't want divine water, I just need to save the master." ”

"Oh, don't you want to drink this immortal water?" the woman said in surprise, looking at the stone mysteriously and with interest.

The emperor raised his head from the ground and looked at the stone with a puzzled expression, thinking that the little master was still too young to grasp the great opportunity, and he would definitely regret it in the future.

The stone lowered his head and said, "I, I just need to save the master, I don't want to live forever, I don't want to be like that." ”

"Why?" the woman asked, rubbing the pipe in her hand.

"I don't understand, I just don't want to. The stone felt ashamed of his words, but said it anyway, "If I want to live forever alone, then what's the point." ”

The movement in the woman's hand stopped, and her delicate face was covered with a shadow of loneliness, and she murmured, "Yes, what is the difference between a person's immortality and death." ”

The emperor was afraid that the stone would offend the fairy and lose the divine water, so he bowed down again and said, "The little monk is presumptuous, dare to ask the fairy?"

The woman frowned and said, "Nuwa." ”

There was a burst of excitement in Shishi's heart, and he often heard the master say that Nuwa Niangniang was a great immortal among the earth immortals, with high mana, and couldn't help but peek at Nuwa again, but the master had never said that Nuwa Niangniang was so beautiful.

The emperor was terrified, but he didn't expect to see Nuwa in the earth immortals here, Nuwa is the sister of Fuxi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, the legendary ancient true immortals who refine stones to make up for the sky, and they can see Nuwa in their lifetime, which is really in vain.

"The little monk is disturbed, please don't blame Nuwa Niangniang. The emperor's voice was humble, and he bowed down frequently, and his movements were too great, causing the injury to recur, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and sitting on the ground.

Nuwa looked up to the sky and sighed, and said: "I have been in this heaven and earth spirit root for thousands of years, and there are only a few people who have come to my spiritual illusory realm here, and they can break through the illusion realm and avoid the two beasts of yin and yang, and no one has done it yet!"

Shi glanced at the obsidian in his hand, did not speak, supported the body of the emperor, and begged Nuwa: "Nuwa Niangniang, please, let the master drink a sip of divine water, he is dying!"

Nuwa sneered, adding even more beauty, and said: "This divine spring can indeed bring the dead back to life, but after drinking it, all the true essence of cultivation in the body will be lost! If you drink it twice, you will be immortal, and immortality is to become an immortal walking corpse demon! You, do you still want to drink?" Nuwa's eyes were cold, staring at the emperor.

The emperor's body shook, and his mind went blank, how to choose? Do you want to live like a mortal, or die, or do you want to be the immortal walking corpse demon?

Seeing that the emperor's body was getting weaker and weaker, the stone shook the emperor's arm and said, "Master, you have to live!"

The emperor hesitated, in pain, his face became more and more pale, revealing a wry smile.

The corners of Nuwa's mouth raised slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and said to the stone and the emperor: "His pain is also the pain of many mortals, life and death can't be separated, fame and fortune are in your heart, you are young, I'm afraid you haven't received it yet, don't worry, he won't die for a while." She raised the sheng pipe in her hand, put it to her lips, pressed the sound hole, and said, "The flowers under the spring can dance slowly." ”

The low music flew out of the sheng pipe, as if Nuwa poured all her thousands of years of sorrow and resentment into the sheng pipe, the music carried heavy feelings, slowly echoed over the waterhole, the spring water also condensed and quiet, where the wind rose, the peach blossoms fell one after another, rolled into the wind, mixed in the floating water mist, and converged into a colorful water wall in front of the eyes, and the flower shadows flashed in the water wall, reflecting many past events, many fantasies, and many into the eyes.

The two beasts of yin and yang lay on the ground, listening to their master's music in a daze, as if they were also in deep thought.

Nuwa lightly opened her lips and sang:

"Flowers bloom and fall in the same year,

Only hating the past will be empty.

The flowers are endless, the water is endless,

Singing "Nuwa Yin",

Who is drunk with the purple wind?

Dancing waist floating blue clouds.

On the twelfth floor, the double color phoenix,

It's hard to meet, the mountains and rivers are heavy,

Look at the peach blossoms.

Tears and ink books are gone!"

The song was tactful and roundabout, like a hearty autumn rain falling into the dry hearts of the two, and their hearts slowly sank with the singing.