She seems to be dead, but it hurts to pinch her flesh; she is still alive, but it seems to have died countless times.The breeze is blowing, and there is a misty voice from the palace somewhere: One mountain, two mountains... Chrysanthemums are blooming, chrysanthemums are dying, and wild geese have been flying high for thousands of years. So far, no one has returned, only a curtain of wind and moon., modern, ancient, and cultivating immortals are as complete as ever. With CP, you are not happy, not sweet, and not strong. This article is divided into several parts. The male protagonist only appears in the last part, and there is no sense of existence in the previous article. Please no CP party, sweet text partyEnter carefully!!! In addition, all the content of this article is purely fictitious, please do not over-examine and imitate, thank you~.)