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There was a scholar named Hua in Hualien Village. His wife had a difficult pregnancy in October and gave birth to a daughter. Because the natural fragrance can make flowers wither and wither, he was named Hua Qiangu.

The infant Jiang Yan blinked her hazy and moist eyes, released the phantom of the Eastern Emperor Bell from her soul, frightened the ghosts and monsters who came to smell the fragrance, and then fell asleep tiredly.

In the forest outside the village, the gray-shirted and white-haired master Qingxu Daoist of Shushan held his whisk and pinched his fingers, only to come up with a daze.

Hua Xiucai opened a private school in the village to teach urchins to read and write, and he was respected by the villagers for his leisurely work.

The little Jiang Yan, who wears double buns and hairpins with pink flowers, likes to sit under the big tree with fallen leaves at the head of the village and listen to the stories of the outside world told by the gorgeous female ghost in red dress by the stream.

"Long stay?"

"That is the blessed land of immortality that many practitioners in the world yearn for."

The female ghost smiled infatuatedly, thinking of the flirtatious lover who was intoxicated by Fang Wai back then, two lines of blood and tears were left in the gray eye sockets.Jiang Yan sighed softly, and with a touch of her fleshy little hand, the increasingly dense black mist around the female ghost melted away in an instant.

"Thank you, girl!" The female ghost suddenly woke up from her resentment, and fell to the ground mournfully.

"Why?"

"The girl doesn't understand..."

"I don't understand...how can I really not understand..." Jiang Yan murmured, she had gone through so many lives with obsessions on her back.

When Jiang Yan was 16 years old, a cold took away Hua Xiucai, who was worried about his dead wife and would never live again.

Jiang Yan buried him at the back of the house with his late wife, and after a few days of reciting scriptures to pray for his death, a fairy barrier covered the small fenced courtyard, turned and left Hualien Village.

The female ghost was still waiting by the stream, saying hello to her, and watching her go away.

Hualien belongs to the territory of Houshu, the location is very remote, and there are many mountains and forests in Houshu, Jiang Yan does not know the way and does not know the way. It took a long time to find the nearby small town.

In a teahouse in a small town, Jiang Yan met a commoner scholar, with delicate features and a smile like a spring breeze.

"Dongfang Yuqing, I fell in love with the girl at first sight."

"It turned out to be the owner of the Immortal Pavilion. I'm sorry." Jiang Yan wore a pink embroidered skirt with a sweet smile.

"Miss, you're joking, I'm not..." Dongfang Yuqing was astonished, and her eyes turned cold.

"Don't take your ideas on me, otherwise I don't mind letting the Immortal Pavilion completely disappear from this world."

Dongfang Yuqing couldn't help trembling with her hands hidden in her sleeves, and she breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang Yan walked out of the tea shop. Such coercion is indeed the reincarnation of a god, but what went wrong, her fate should not be so...

After leaving the small town, Jiang Yan was fascinated by the wildness all the way to a green forest at the foot of the mountain, and the aura was much deeper than that beside it.

If there wasn't the frightening demon protector Shan Chunqiu waving a sky chain to fight against the picturesque white-clothed Changliu Shangxian above, she would also like to stay and practice well.

It is customary to harm the fish in the pond. Although Jiang Yan is not a fish in the pond, she is really innocent when she is locked in the enchantment of the sky chain with the Changliu Shangxian.

"Shangxian?"

"Who are you and why are you here?" The injured Bai Zihua was a little wary of this little girl who appeared out of nowhere.

"A monk in the world, lost his way."

Seeing her innocent eyes, Bai Zihua half-believed, and ignored her, holding on to the sword of renunciation, looking for the weakest part of the barrier step by step.

Although the artifact is powerful, it is not invulnerable in the hands of Shan Chunqiu, who cannot control it. After searching for a while, Bai Zihua found a flaw, and smashed the barrier in one fell swoop.

But Shan Chunqiu was defeated and captured, and watched helplessly that the Shuan Tianlian and the Complete Book of the Six Realms that he finally obtained after attacking and killing the old man Qingxu in Shushan were put in the ruins by Bai Zihua.

If it wasn't for the charming King of Seven Killers Shaqianmo Yuhuofeng who came here, I'm afraid his life would also be left in Bai Zihua's hands.

"After staying for a long time, we will open the mountain gate to recruit immortals. With your qualifications, you can come and try."

After Shaqianmo took Shan Chunqiu away, Bai Zihua said a few words before returning to the Shushan Palaces to explain the last order and follow-up matters of the head of Qingxu.

Jiang Yan blinked in surprise, and the radiant and warm pearl tassels gently brushed over her fair cheeks, as beautiful as the morning sun.