This paradise hidden in the forbidden area of the back mountain was once the love nest of Qiao Wantang and Jiang Linan, covering an area of hundreds of acres.
From the layers of formations set up on the outside, to the various exotic flowers and plants planted inside, to the exquisite overall layout, everything was created by the two of them with their own hands.
Pavilions, hot springs and waterfalls.
For countless days, the childhood sweethearts and sweethearts walked hand in hand, telling sweet words in the valley that were unknown to outsiders.
Qiao Wantang loves Jiang Linan to the core.
If you fall in love with a beautiful heart and guard his heart, the ground will be like a prison for six thousand years.
The heart is the pen and the body is the prison. From the second year after his death in Taixu Mountain, she never stepped out of Shuiyun Immortal World.
She has been waiting for him, waiting for him to return to the fairy world.
Even if the days feel like years, even if the mind and body are exhausted.
She always believed that Jiang Lin'an would come back and fulfill his promise to her safely.
This is the persistence in Qiao Wantang's heart, and her persistence in not wanting to face reality.
It is a beautiful memory that she will never forget with her deep affection.
So, she waited.
Six thousand years later, a wisp of Jiang Lin'an's soul was waiting outside the Demon Buried Mountain Range.
He smiled at her tenderly, holding her in his arms as warm as ever.
At that moment, Qiao Wantang burst into tears, feeling so painful that she couldn't help herself.
Soul, why is it just a wisp of soul?
What she wants is the real Jiang Lin'an, the living Jiang Lin'an.
Six thousand years of waiting, in exchange for an empty meeting between the mirror, flowers, water and moon, fleeting.
Qiao Wantang pretended to be strong and waved to him freely.
Looking at it from a distance, the smile is like a flower.
It was like seeing through life and death in an instant, and realizing separation.
She didn't dare to show her breakdown in front of him, not wanting him to see her helplessness and vulnerability.
Because she knew that she was the one he couldn't worry about the most.
If he wants to leave, he should leave without any worries.
She can't become a fetter for him, and she can't let him die with regrets.
Then, when he used his killing power and his soul drifted away, she heard his farewell.
The warm voice echoed in his ears, and he said softly: "Wan Tang, Lin'an has never left."
"All the memories of my life, all the magical arts and supernatural powers that I have mastered, are all handed over to Suning."
"From today on, he is me and I am him."
"He lives for me and for me."
"His and I have merged our memories and become one person."
"We will never leave."
"Wow."
My thoughts were spinning a thousand times, and in the mist-shrouded hot spring, a white jade hand stretched out from the bottom of the water.
Fingertips caress the water surface, causing ripples to spread around.
The beauty is lying softly on her side, wearing a white silk gauze. Three thousand green silk threads are gathered on the majestic mountains and giant peaks, and a gleam of snow-white beauty can be seen looming.
It's a charming charm that makes men's mouths dry, and a peerless pride that makes women feel ashamed.
Qiao Wantang's beauty lies in its charm and enchantment.
However, she does not lose the purity and reserve that a woman should have.
She is like a bowl of poison, a bowl of "beautiful and delicious" poison. You know that you will die and hurt your body if you drink it, but you still want to get close to her willingly.
Get close to her, get her, possess her.
Every smile, every move, can be a budding flower, or a ripe peach.
It can make people dizzy, and it can also make people salivate, and they can't extricate themselves from it.
Over the years, men have never stopped pursuing her, and there is a supreme being who is on par with her, a true immortal of the sixteenth or seventh rank.
There are many immortal generals guarding one side, including thirteen and four levels of true immortals.
Or maybe it was an old acquaintance who had met her several times in the past, some old friends from the Sixteen Immortal Clan in the Immortal Realm.
Without exception, this group of people used endless methods to gain her favor.
Some people stay day and night in the abandoned star realm outside Shui Yun Fairy Realm, just hoping to catch a glimpse of the beauty's appearance to relieve the pain of lovesickness.
Some people are looking for treasures everywhere, and ask someone to send them to Shuiyun Immortal Palace, just for Bo Jiaren to show her smile.
Some people did not hesitate to swear an oath, saying that if they were not married to Qiao Wantang in this life, they would sooner or later replace Jiang Linan in her heart.
This is the reason why gentle ladies and gentlemen like to be courteous.
However, the beauty has a heart, and Jiang Linan is too good.
His existence, six thousand years after his soul disappeared, still suppresses the young talents of the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm and dims them.
Qiao Wantang is still Qiao Wantang alone.
Apart from Jiang Linan, there was no other man beside her.
People who knew her well praised her for her dedication and devotion that would last until death.
