There is a tree in the mountain of demon immortals with broken sleeves

A large cloud of evil spirit enveloped the dark sky, as if the heavens were about to collapse.

A group of blood-stained people slashed wildly with swords, the loess was soaked in blood, clusters of dazzling flowers bloomed, and corpses piled up all over the ground.

The sound of slashing and killing continued, mixed with screams in the shadow of swords, lights and swords, and the crowd surrounded a man in white. They couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he was covered in blue and black air, and the long sword in his hand was scattered. With a clanging sword spirit.

The man's face was stained with tears, and his white clothes had already been stained with blood. He slashed wildly with his sword, and the blood splattered everywhere. , the sword in his hand was still exuding pure sword energy.

The blurred figure and sword light in front of him gradually dissipated, and the sound of killing and cutting also gradually receded, and it became quiet, and the surroundings became quiet.

In the chaos, the man in white staggered, his body shaking and trembling uncontrollably. He walked aimlessly, walking, and slowly stepped into a thick fog.

The figure was faintly visible, and when the fog cleared, he was on the top of a huge mountain, and in the center of the mountain stood a white-clothed immortal.

The white-clothed man walked up to the white-clothed fairy, knelt down on his knees, and said in a sobbing voice: "Master... this disciple is guilty... this disciple knows his mistake."

The immortal also took a step forward, and raised his hand to caress the black hair on top of his head: "Silly boy, why do you do this?"

"Master, this disciple made a big mistake." The man in white's voice became weaker and weaker: "I... am not worthy of being a fairy."

While speaking, two lines of tears slid down the bloody cheeks of the man in white.

"Stupid boy." The immortal sighed, and said, "These tears are a natural reaction. There are fear, shame, unwillingness, and reluctance. In addition to heartache, there is also regret. The world envies the immortal, but they don't know that the immortal You are also weak, so weak that you can't control many things, but you still have to do it in the name of the common people, this kind of helplessness is the source of your pain."

The white-clothed fairy asked again: "Do you want to be free? Disciple."

The eyes of the man in white moved slightly: "I beg Master...help me."

"Forget him!" The fairy in white stretched out his hand to run along the black hair on top of his head: "If you forget him, you will forget the pain, regret, and all unhappiness."

"Tu'er doesn't want to forget him." The man in white shook his head with difficulty: "Tu'er likes him, likes him...don't want to forget."

"Stupid boy, my silly boy..." The white-clothed fairy repeatedly sighed, he raised his hand to form a spirit slightly, a wave of spiritual energy gushed out from the fairy's hand, and the white-clothed man gradually melted into a ball of black energy, and the black energy hit him. He drew a roll and put it into a white porcelain bottle that the immortal took out.

"Sunset clouds weave brocades, and the colorful brocades will eventually turn to ashes." The immortal strolled away, thinking as he walked: "The past is ups and downs, and the past is long. At this time, the world is lonely, and only the sound of white millet petals falling can be heard. Why is this forbidden place in your heart?" Only then will people be allowed to set foot..."

The sound fell, people scattered, only the cold wind full of bloody smell remained.

There are thousands of origins of loving someone, sometimes it is the fetters born of fate, sometimes it is the branches derived from desire, sometimes it is because of immortal memory, and sometimes it is just because of loneliness.

His smile, his sorrow, his sadness, his one action, although unintentional, just touched your heartstrings, disturbed the deep pool in your heart, and caused countless ripples.

The heart is pounding, the bloom at that moment is all the feeling you want, what is the supreme immortal, it is far from being able to beat him to stay together for a lifetime.

In the spring of that year, nothing was true except for the blooming of flowers.

The author has something to say:

ummm

My lord, the old Taoist sees that your eyes are bright, your lips are red and your teeth are white, and your seal is shining.

Cough cough~~~ The old man pinched his fingers and counted again, emmm, sorry, call me from above, the object has just been divided, only red envelopes are left~

so~~ Seeing the adults here, please continue to look back, don't forget to poke~~~

Red envelopes: all in the early stage, random in the later stage.

hehe~~