Early in the morning, when Huang Hua woke up, Zou Shuniang had already left, and on the square table in front of the bed, in addition to two bottles of spirit wine, there was also a jade slip and a note, which should have been left by Zou Shuniang before leaving.

"Brother Huang, this is the recipe for the 'Qianyang Spirit Wine' you have always wanted, it is a unique secret recipe that this sect obtained from an otherworldly demon cultivator five hundred years ago, you should also drink as little as possible after learning it, after all, drinking alcohol hurts your body", Huang Hua smiled, and then looked down.

"Brother Huang, I'm leaving, although we met at the wrong time and in the wrong place, I don't regret it, you're right, we all have our own fate, many things are helpless but can't be changed, I have to go back to face my fate. Forget me, Brother Huang, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely be your cultivation partner. Little sister tears goodbye".

Huang Hua looked at the note in his hand and was a little dazed, he understood that Zou Shuniang was really gone, and she really had to go back to face her own life, although she knew that Zou Shuniang made such a decision extremely painful, but Huang Hua couldn't do anything.

Looking at the red marks left on the big bed and smelling the faint body fragrance left in the soft leather quilt, Huang Hua had mixed feelings in his heart.

Everything is over like this, everything is back to the normal trajectory, Zou Shuniang, after all, will go back to face her own life, and she will continue to be lonely in this spiritual mountain.

Huang Hua lay in bed for three whole days, doing nothing, and he kept asking himself, what is this?

On the third day, Huang Hua left the cave, he was going to find Zou Shuniang, and he wanted to leave Zou Shuniang behind.

However, when he hurried to the volcanic cave where Zou Shuniang was located, he found that the building was empty.

Huang Hua is crazy, he regrets that he didn't leave Zou Shuniang behind, he now knows what life and death are, unforgettable.

Huang Hua seemed to have lost his mind and searched frantically in the spiritual mountain, and in the dark, he came to the mountainside where he had made an appointment with Zou Shuniang to collect the spiritual liquid, and looked at the handwriting left on the wall from a distance, Huang Hua burst into tears again.

Next to the joke of "my brother is looking for my sister to shed tears", there is an extra sentence "My sister remembers my brother".

Huang Hua's tears are like a flood that bursts the embankment, silently pouring out of his eyes, Huang Hua hates himself, hates why he always has to be rational at the last moment, how can he treat this emotional matter with reason.

Looking at the two messages on the wall, Huang Hua suddenly remembered the song "Hills" sung by Li Zongsheng in the world.

"I want to say but haven't said it, there are a lot, I save it because I want to write a song, let people sing it gently, remember it lightly, even if I finally forget it, it's worth it, maybe I trickle down my thoughts in my life, and I was lucky to become a river, and then we each ended it, looking at the bend of the river, and finally dared to be bold, face it with a smile, and face the ......difficulties of life", Huang Hua shed tears and sang.

Huang Hua has missed too many people and too many things in his life, he always thinks that he is still young, and he always learns not to cherish it, and always hurts unintentionally and misses it unintentionally.

Even though he has been cultivating immortals for a long time, who did he give his best youth, and who should he give it?

Huang Hua fell into contemplation again, but this time, he was no longer to comprehend life, nor to see through life and death, but to feel the true meaning of love, perhaps, this is also a kind of tempering that cultivators must go through to advance.

Three days later, Huang Hua returned to the cave mansion, and these three days were as difficult for him as three Chinese New Year's Eve, during which he constantly thought and asked himself repeatedly, but he was never able to sort out his emotions.

He found countless reasons from the bottom of his heart that he should continue to love deeply, but was overturned by countless reasons why he could not continue to love deeply, back and forth, Huang Hua finally understood that there are 80,000 words in the world, and only love words hurt the most.

Although Huang Hua still failed to comprehend the true meaning of love in the end, he had made up his mind to forget Zou Shuniang from now on.

As he himself said at the beginning, everyone has their own destiny and their own established life, and the relationship between him and Zou Shuniang is of course unforgettable, but the two really met at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

Since Zou Shuniang has drifted away, and she can't get out of the mountain, then why bother yourself about it, it's better to let all this drift away with the breeze and go away with the flowing water, maybe, without herself, she will live better.

Finally, Huang Hua regained his former peace and restarted his secluded life in Lingshan.

In the next few months, in addition to going to the lake to practice every day, Huang Hua also occasionally collected medicine and alchemy, and even went to the cave to collect a few bottles of spiritual liquid for brewing.

It has been half a year since Zou Shuniang left, and Huang Hua has been trapped in Lingshan for three years soon, looking at his newly refined elixir and newly brewed spirit wine on the square table, Huang Hua feels lonely again, his cultivation has been promoted to the late stage of foundation building during this time, if he continues to cultivate, he will soon be able to form a pill and face the catastrophe, Huang Hua has nothing to do.

A person's secluded life is not as beautiful as imagined, if he can cultivate all the time, it can be regarded as a retreat without asking the sun and the moon, but Huang Hua can't, he feels like a walking corpse that has been imprisoned and has no soul.

If Huang Hua was a mortal, maybe he could still support himself and work hard in this mountain, but Huang Hua was a cultivator, he didn't need to eat at all, even if he could sleep, but he couldn't always sleep and not wake up, this kind of boring days when no one talked and had nothing to do was completely torture for Huang Hua, but how long had it been? There are still two hundred years.

Huang Hua felt deep despair again, what is the point of living like this......

Three days later, Huang Hua came to the small lake where he usually cultivated, and he decided to cross the tribulation.

In the past three years of Lingshan experience, Huang Hua has realized a lot, and he has also looked down on a lot, maybe everyone has their own fate, but cultivating immortals is a kind of anti-heaven behavior, it is fighting with heaven and earth, rather than accepting fate, it is better to let go and fight with heaven and earth.

Huang Hua put on the "Earth Spirit Armor", carried the sword and shield to protect himself, and in addition to the sword and shield, he also sacrificed a huge double-layer water cover to cover himself, and put several bottles of pills and a bottle of high spirit wine in front of him that could be used during the foundation building period.

After taking a deep breath, Huang Hua sat down cross-legged, opened the medicine bottle and took the next pill, and then began to continue to practice the Qi Refining Method in the "Water Spirit Decision".

A month later, over the small island of Lingshan Lake, suddenly the mist rose and the aura surged, and soon a huge aura vortex was formed in the sky, and in this aura vortex, countless spiritual energy light clusters that were visible to the naked eye slowly emerged, these light clusters were colorful and dim and bright, but none of the light clusters contained the extremely pure heaven and earth aura.

Huang Hua, who was sitting by the lake, suddenly shot out a blue pillar of light into the air with a silent thought, and the pillar of light passed through the clouds and went straight into the aura whirlpool, and those colored light clusters in the whirlpool began to slowly circle around the blue pillar of light, and became dazzling and dazzling.

The light cluster contracted little by little in the vortex and merged into the blue pillar of light, and it didn't take long for the blue pillar of light to disappear suddenly, and in the center of the aura vortex, a fist-sized crystal bead appeared, and the bead contained a very large amount of aura.

The aura vortex began to rotate rapidly, and the fist-sized crystal bead in the whirlpool also began to land towards Huang Hua below the island with the whirlpool, but at this moment, the aura vortex suddenly became cloudy and covered with thunder and lightning, and stopped in mid-air and could not fall.

Huang Hua sat on the edge of the lake sweating profusely, constantly running the qigong method, and strongly urging the mana in his body to condense, but no matter how hard Huang Hua tried, he was never able to break through the bottleneck of the last step and form a golden pill.

Huang Hua felt very puzzled, he was an acquired spirit root, and he should not encounter a bottleneck in his cultivation, but today he has a bottleneck, and he has not been able to break through, what is the situation?

Just when Huang Hua was confused about this, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Huang Hua.

"Liangdan, what are you doing sitting there?come, come, come, I'll tell you something", Huang Hua looked back, he didn't know when there was an extra square table and two chairs behind him, and Han Ming was sitting upright behind the square table and beckoning to him.

"Han Ming, you, why are you here? This, what's the situation?", Huang Hua was instantly stunned when he saw Han Ming.

"Come and sit, come and sit, what are these?", Han Ming pointed to the square table in front of him, Huang Hua took a closer look, and found that the square table in front of Han Ming was filled with countless gold bars and jade, as well as a large number of RMB.

"This, what are these? Where did you get all this money?", Huang Hua was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such gold, silver, treasure and cash at the same time in his life.

"Hehehe, these are all things I have earned recently, I thought of a good way to make a lot of money, as long as you come and sit, I will tell you, we can make a fortune together in the future", Han Ming said to Huang Hua with a smile.

"Hiss", Huang Hua took a deep breath and thought, no, although Han Ming is still in the world, he has also opened the spiritual root and become a cultivator, although the money in this world is still useful, but the current Han Ming will definitely not make money as the main purpose, how can he come to make money with him? There must be something strange in this.

"How did you end up here, how did you get in, what the hell is going on?", Huang Hua began to wonder.