The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month is when Luancheng becomes bustling.
It had just snowed heavily, and looking around, the entire Luancheng was covered with goose feather white snow.
Pedestrians stepped deep and shallow into the snow, leaving footprints of varying sizes. From time to time, children with red pigtails would bend over and roll snowballs with their hands.
The market only lasts half a day on New Year's Eve, so the people of Luancheng can only wrap themselves in cotton-padded jackets and go out of their homes to buy New Year's goods.
In the private room of the restaurant, the finest red charcoal was burning. A woman with a cold face, holding a hot water bottle in her hand, looked at the pedestrians on the street through the window lattice.
The young man in black standing by the side lowered his head and poured her a glass of wine. "My Lord, I have already prepared the apprenticeship ceremony at Guixu Mountain. When are you going to set off?"
The woman did not speak, but just lowered her eyes and looked at a wig placed on the low table.
In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed.
The past was still vivid in her mind, but she didn't want to recall that day again.
But the more you don't want to remember the memories, the more you will think about them inadvertently.
Last night, she dreamed of that day again.
While she was performing the life-extending technique, Rong Shang chopped her unconscious. When she woke up, she had been transferred to Guixu Mountain by Rong Shang's subordinates.
He had already arranged a retreat for her. King Shura and his subordinates had all been wiped out by him.
He left behind his loyal confidants and loyal warriors, as well as countless spiritual stones and jewelry, and even the Ghost Sect, which he left to her.
But these were not what she wanted at all.
She rushed back to the cliff of Penglai Mountain overnight like a madman.
But the cliff was littered with blood and corpses. Hengwu Immortal Lord had fainted on the edge of the cliff, and Xiao Yuqing and the Queen Mother had their hands and feet cut off and turned into human pigs.
Everyone was neat and tidy, except Rong Shang.
Yes, if a god dies, he will disappear into thin air, not even a handful of ashes will be left.
She didn't believe Rong Shang was dead.
He always takes everything into consideration, so how could he let himself die
She mobilized all the members of the Ghost Sect to look for Rong Shang, but in the end they only found a wig on the edge of a cliff.
She recognized the wig; it belonged to Lu Renjia, and it had a faint scent of sandalwood—he would light incense and recite sutras every day.
She didn't know why Lu Renjia appeared on the cliff of Penglai Mountain, but a glimmer of hope was rekindled in her heart.
Lu Renjia is a healing wood spiritual root medical practitioner. Could it be that he rescued Rong Shang
Over the next three years, she used all her connections to conduct a comprehensive search across the six realms.
She was eagerly waiting, she was looking forward to it, she hoped to hear the news of his return all the time.
But there was no news.
Rong Shang and Lu Renjia seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, no one saw them alive, and no one saw their bodies after they died.
She fell seriously ill, and after waking up, she seemed to have figured something out, and she no longer ordered people to look for him.
But she still believed that Rong Shang was alive somewhere in the world, but he just didn't want her to find him.
Yu Zhengzheng put down the hot water bottle and stroked the moon-white scales hanging around her neck with her slender, white fingertips.
She will meet him.
Yes, one day, she will meet him again.
The young man in black was somewhat helpless: "Xianzun, did you hear what I am saying?"
Yu Zhengzheng glanced at him and said, "No, I don't accept disciples."
The leaders and elders of all the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation died on the cliff, and the Emperor of Heaven also died on the spot that day.
The heavens are busy electing a new Emperor, and are caught in a mess of conspiracies and intrigues, so they have no time to care about the affairs of the immortal world.
In the past few years, the major sects have been fragmented, people's morale has been low, disciples have left or dispersed, and each sect has become a deserted city.
No one knew which idiot had spread the news that she was a dual-element cultivator with wood spiritual roots, and every day people came to Guixu Mountain to ask her to take them in.
Guixu Mountain was gloomy and eerie, and she thought it would be a good idea to recruit more people so as to dispel the gloomy atmosphere.
Unexpectedly, this man would recruit more and more people, and since some time ago, Guixu Mountain had become the only major sect in the world of immortal cultivation.
She didn't like socializing and had never taken care of those nominal disciples. She lived alone in a high palace in Luancheng.
But they worshipped her as the Guizang Immortal Lord, spread her title everywhere, and made Guixu Mountain completely become the home for disciples of the immortal world.
Because she is the only one in the world with wood spiritual root who possesses spiritual power, there are even disciples in the human world who repaired a ancestral temple for her and worshipped her as the ancestor of all wood spiritual root cultivators, offering incense and offerings.
She left these people to her subordinates to take care of them under the pretext of seclusion, and she was able to live in peace and quiet.
But who knew that these people would go even further and jointly request her to come out and accept disciples.
Because of Rong Shang's soul, her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, directly skipping the Nascent Soul stage, the Spirit Transformation stage, the Void Refining stage and the Fusion stage, and entered the late Mahayana stage.
Being able to become a Mahayana cultivator meant that she was about to face the tribulation and ascend to heaven.
Whenever she thought of the heavenly thunder that would bring her tribulation, she would feel terrified. She was busy improving her skills every day, so how could she have the time to accept any disciples
Perhaps because she was afraid that he would nag again, Yu Zhengzheng said coldly: "Pei Qian, if you nag again, I will cut off your tongue."
Pei Qian was one of Rong Shang's confidants. He was fair and had a natural baby face. Every time she asked him to do something, she would have the illusion that she was employing child labor.
She always likes to say harsh words, but she is different from Rong Shang after all, she just likes to talk big.
Pei Qian had been with her for seven years, so he naturally understood her personality. He was not very afraid of her, but seeing that she was very resistant, he still kept his mouth shut.
He followed her meaning and changed the subject naturally: "Next, are you going to Honglian Temple?"
Yu Zhengzheng lowered her eyes and uttered a soft "hmm".
She has been on the run for seven years.
She didn't dare to come to Luancheng, nor did she dare to set foot in Honglian Temple.
Except for Guixu Mountain, she didn't dare to touch any place where she had shared memories with him.
If she was not about to face the thunder of tribulation, she would not dare to revisit the old place.
She was not sure whether she could survive the tribulation successfully, so Pei Qian advised her to stew the dragon tendons into soup and eat them. With the dragon tendons as a foundation, she would definitely be able to withstand the thunder of the tribulation.
But she doesn't want to eat.
Even if she was struck to death by lightning, she would not eat it.
Yu Zhengzheng held her chin with her hand and glanced at the vast white snow outside the window: "Where is Immortal Lord Hengwu?"
Pei Qian pointed to the alley where she once lived: "It's still in Prime Minister Zhou's old residence."
Yu Zhengzheng nodded slightly, then stood up holding the hot water bottle and said, "It's about time."
She found it troublesome to walk up the stairs, so she simply jumped down from the third-floor window. After she landed safely, she walked on the soft snow towards Zhou Shen's old residence.
Zhou Shen was very ambitious. He was originally going to wait for his aunt to save enough money before going to Beijing to take the imperial examination. However, because of the silver she buried in the yard, he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination the following year.
From the provincial examination to the metropolitan examination and then to the palace examination, he passed the examination and became the new top scholar of that year.
In seven years, Zhou Shen lived up to everyone's expectations and now even sits on the position of Prime Minister of the Chu State.
As she was thinking about it, she had already arrived at Zhou Shen's old residence.
Immortal Hengwu was lying on a rattan rocking chair in the yard, holding a pot of white Epiphyllum buds in his hands, seemingly basking in the sun.
When he heard the noise outside the door, he didn't react. Apart from Yu Zhengzheng who came to find him, no one else would come here.
She looked at the Epiphyllum he was holding tightly in his hands, and inexplicably felt a sense of sadness: "How have you been doing in the past six months?"
Immortal Heng Wu smiled, a hint of smile appeared on his pale face: "Of course it is great."
Yu Zhengzheng let out a long breath: "This is the last time."
He nodded slightly: "Will I still be able to see her alive?"
She was silent for a moment, biting her lips with her pearly teeth, but she didn't know how to answer.
When Shanshui fell off the cliff, he was killed without a burial, and even his body floated to an unknown place.
If Shanshui had not given a hair wrapped around a daisy to Immortal Lord Hengwu in the illusion, it would have been difficult for her to save Shanshui.
She tied her black hair to the Epiphyllum, gathering the soul for the mountains and rivers.
Over the past seven years, Immortal Lord Hengwu has been nourishing the souls of mountains and rivers with his blood.
Now that Shanshui's spirit has been almost restored, it's time to use the life-extending technique to save Shanshui.
The art of prolonging life is to prolong life with one's own life. Only by sacrificing his life can Shanshui be saved. How could he possibly live to see Shanshui
Yu Zhengzheng looked at the pure white Epiphyllum and said tactfully: "When the Epiphyllum blooms, the mountains and rivers will be reborn."
Immortal Hengwu naturally understood what she said.
He lowered his head, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I just want to say sorry to her in person."
"You can convey it for me."
Yu Zhengzheng approached him and asked softly, "Are you ready?"
Immortal Heng Wu nodded: "Come on."
She touched his brow with her slightly cool fingertips, and a blood-red light overflowed. She directed the red light to the moon-white Epiphyllum, making the Epiphyllum also stained with a hint of crimson.
The memories of this life flashed before his eyes quickly, like a display of lights on a horse, without a moment's pause.
He heard Yu Zhengzheng ask in a low voice: "When did you become interested in mountains and rivers?"
She has always been curious about this question.
He was cold-hearted throughout his life and loved to torture people to death. His notoriety was just as bad as Rong Shang's, and they were both feared demons in the six realms.
He and Shanshui had almost no interaction, but in the illusion, she forced him to marry Shanshui.
When did Immortal Lord Hengwu fall in love with mountains and rivers
Immortal Lord Heng Wu did not say anything, but his memories quickly flashed before his eyes and suddenly stopped at that day.
She was wearing a pink apricot skirt. She put the bamboo cane into his hand, with a faint smile on her chubby face: "If it doesn't fit, I'll make you a new cane later."
He had experienced both glory and desolation in his life and had received gifts from countless women, but only this emerald green cane made his heart, which had been silent for tens of thousands of years, beat again.
The thing he regretted most in his life was swearing a poisonous oath to them.
-If I lie, I will live my whole life alone and watch my loved ones die in front of me.
He never thought he would fall in love with a woman.
He would never have thought that one day he would be willing to die for the one he loved.
His vision gradually blurred and his heartbeat became slower and slower, but as he looked at the pot of pure white Epiphyllum, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
He recalled Shanshui's appearance when he was a child.
She has red lips and white teeth, her hair is tied into two small buns, and she is chubby, very much like the lucky doll in the New Year pictures.
He was wondering how there could be such a cute little girl in the world.
Such a cute girl doll...
Yu Zhengzheng lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled twice, casting faint shadows on both sides of her nose.
She was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly: "Pei Qian, please ask a monk to guide his soul."
Pei Qian responded, and when he looked up again, she had already left the yard with the pot of Epiphyllum.
By the time Yu Zhengzheng walked slowly to Honglian Temple, a pink sunset had already appeared on the horizon.
She stepped on the snow, listening to the rustling sound in the snow, and an inexplicable feeling of loneliness arose.
New Year's Eve should be a time for family reunions, but she had already forgotten the last time she was reunited with her family.
After coming here, she has never enjoyed a single day of peace.
She still has no family, no friends, no lover.
She could not imagine how she would end up living a lonely life if she enjoyed endless life after surviving the calamity and ascending to heaven.
She seemed to understand Rong Shang's feelings a little.
As Yu Zhengzheng walked, she unknowingly arrived at the Marriage Bridge outside the Honglian Temple.
The Marriage Bridge is still filled with love locks.
Just like she looked seven years ago when she and Rong Shang came here together.
She regretted it so much that she carved her name on the love lock that day and locked it on the marriage bridge.
Yu Zhengzheng leaned forward slightly and picked up a love lock at random: "Pei Qian, bring a few people with you and find a love lock with my name engraved on it overnight. If you find it, pry it open..."
Before she could finish her words, she froze on the spot.
The love lock that she picked up casually was engraved with her and Rong Shang's names.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, then picked up a love lock with her hand, with her and Rong's names on it.
Her eyes narrowed slightly and she subconsciously tensed her back.
She ran madly on the bridge, lifting and putting down locks one by one.
All the love locks on the Marriage Bridge are engraved with the names of two people without exception.
Yu is steaming and rising.
As she watched, tears somehow blurred her eyes.
—These love locks are all fake and don’t count.
—Look at all the love locks on this bridge. How many of them can grow old together and finally get married
—If this thing works, then Yue Lao’s red thread will become just a decoration, right
Didn't Rong Shang say that he didn't believe in the love locks? Then when did he throw all the love locks on the Marriage Bridge into the river, locking them all with the love locks engraved with the lives of both of them
Yu Zhengzheng clenched the love lock in her hand, her voice trembling slightly: "Pei Qian, he is still alive, he is still alive..."
Pei Qian did not respond, but another familiar voice sounded: "Who is still alive?"
Yu Zhengzheng's body froze. She slowly turned around and saw the familiar young man in white through her tearful eyes.
He leaned against the Marriage Bridge, standing under the thousand-year-old banyan tree. The breeze blew up the banyan leaves, making a rustling sound.
The pink sunset shone through the gaps between the leaves onto his jade-like face. He was smiling, just like the day they first met at Mount Penglai.
He was dressed in white, with red lips and white teeth, like a beautiful boy who walked out of a portrait.
She was five years old that year, but she knew how to look up at him lovingly.
I only heard him chuckle and introduce in a gentle voice.
—My name is Rong Shang, Rong that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth, and Shang that is thriving.