Legend has it that there is a fairy mountain far, far away. This fairy mountain towers high into the clouds, and the cliffs are endless. The villagers at the foot of the mountain often go to the mountain to gather herbs and hunt, but no one has ever climbed to the top of the mountain. It is said that some people have seen a man with white clothes and black hair appearing from the clouds and mist, cold and mysterious, and his eyebrows are like landscapes.
So the villagers called it Xianren Mountain. They think that there are immortals living on the top of the mountain, and some curious young men have met up to go up the mountain together, but in any case they can’t climb to the top of the mountain, and they always spin halfway up the mountain. This makes the legend spread even more widely, but three months ago, a group of people wearing elegant blue cannons went up the mountain and never came down again. Could it be that they became immortals as they wished?
No one knows.
On the top of the mountain at this moment, an elegant bamboo building was built against the cliff. Only the birds were heard in the mountain, and even the air seemed clean without knowing the years.
A red-clothed girl knelt on the ground, with tears on her face and a flower-like little face, begging the white-clothed man who stood with her back to her, “Master, the disciple knows wrong, I beg Master not to become a teacher by disciple. Gate!”
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