I'd rather lose the world

There is a Zhongling Mountain in the mortal world, which is known as Zhongling Yuxiu. I heard that tens of thousands of years ago, this place was still pure and pure, so there were many flying immortals. Cultivating immortals is just to comprehend the truth and falsehood of the world, so how can you really see immortals.

14 years ago, a lotus flower suddenly bloomed outside Qiongcang on that winter day, and the water dew solidified, and no one knew about it. What's more, it was favored by the fairy family, and the water dew was the fairy dew from Yaochi...

Then, the little fairy boy of the Qiongcang sect picked up an abandoned baby from the mountain, so he naturally called it Fu Que.

Not long after, when Fu Que was babbling, an immortal from Mount Luoye came down to Zhongling Mountain by chance. When he saw Fu Que, he said that he was very close to her, and changed her name, Kuang Lu.

This name lasts for 14 years.

When Xingyao, who had resigned from her position as a fairy, found her here, she was already pretty. When she first saw her, she was leaning on a ladder to get the dew from the tree. She was wearing a green dress with no makeup on. Her hair was tied around her shoulders and her eyebrows were lowered. When he reached out, he gently touched his forehead.

Xingyao was standing under the tree, looking at her all the time.

Until the person on the tree saw him condescendingly, "Do you recognize me?" She opened her mouth like a clear spring in the mountains, and when she laughed, her eyes were as crescent moons at night. Xingyao still remembered that she was very smile less...

The only time she laughed was when she exchanged souls with the Queen of Heaven.

"Of course I recognize you." A ray of sunlight fell through the hollow of the leaves and fell into his eyes. "Kuang Lu, your name is Kuang Lu, the name of Luhua in the ice-cold jade bowl."

She has always liked the name.

It's not because the master told her that the immortal of Mount Luoye got the name, but because someone once called her that way when she was young. She remembered that it was in a dream... That dream was very short, under the night sky, Dotted with stars, the man named Kuang Lu was standing under the starry sky. He was wearing a dark white shirt, and she couldn't see the dark patterns on it clearly, but she just thought it seemed natural.

Kuang Lu could see her own face through his pupils, and she was so happy, "My name is Kuang Lu."

He muttered the name, frowning slightly, and the word "Kuang Lu" was grinding on his thin lips. Suddenly, he looked a little sad and said, "There was a fairy with the same name as you by my side... Later, She died for me."

For some reason, she felt her cheeks were hot, and when she stretched out her hand, there were tears.

But he suddenly smiled, "Kuang Lu." He called softly.

She raised her eyes and met his gaze, "Do you want to become a fairy?" He asked a strange question.

Everyone in the Qiongcang faction was thinking about Bairi Feixian, and she should have been there, but she couldn't tell if she wanted to, so she just asked, "Is it good to be an immortal?"

"Not good." He replied frankly, and suddenly raised his eyes, as if the sky was filled with stars, "Oh my God, it's extremely cold in high places, and sometimes, it's so cold that people feel flustered."

Her fashion was ignorant, she didn't know what to do, she could only vaguely hear the man's words when she woke up from the dream, "Fortunately, you are still fine..."

But she never dreamed of that strange man again.

Today, the person under the tree also called her "Kuang Lu", vaguely with the feeling of deja vu, and asked the same question.

"Do you want to become immortal?"

Leaning on the wooden ladder, she held the glazed bottle filled with dew, and tilted her head slightly to look at him, "So what if you want to, so what if you don't want to?"

The morning light on him made him look like a banished fairy, he smiled lightly, "If you want, I will take you to the ninth heaven, if you don't, I will accompany you as a mortal for the rest of your life."

The breeze rolled up the ripples in the blue lotus pond. For a moment, there were no traces. It was still the calm lake surface and the quiet breeze.