Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

The valley, shrouded in mist year-round, is filled with dewdrops on flower petals and moss adorning the rocks, exuding vitality and mystery.

A small wooden cabin was built on the only patch of grass where the sun briefly shone.

On the wooden bed in the room, a woman lay quietly, seemingly fast asleep.

His expression was relaxed, his features were lifelike, and his black hair was spread out, as if he would open his eyes at any moment.

“Ning’er, we only picked these small yellow flowers. We don’t know where the red and purple ones from the spring have gone. We couldn’t find a single one.”

A man wearing only cropped trousers and bare-chested walked in barefoot.

Her hair was still dripping wet, she held a flower in her left hand and a large black fish in her right.

In this deserted valley, he also unleashed his true nature and lived the life of a rustic villager.

Place the flowers in a clay pot and put it by the bedside.

He knelt down beside the bed and examined the woman's skin color.

Nothing has changed.

While in the capital, he went to a secret chamber in the palace and retrieved the legendary treasure of the palace, the Youth-Preserving Pearl.

I heard that this can preserve a corpse from decay for two months.

On the way to Dongshan, he walked a little slowly, taking a detour to show Sang Ning the famous mountains and rivers, and to sample some local delicacies.

Half a month has passed since we arrived in this valley.

He planned to stay here with Sang Ning for a while, and when she was no longer able to live, they would be burned together.

The youth-preserving pearl hung on Sang Ning's chest, making her body feel icy cold.

Huo Chang'an was very upset.

"I'm sorry, Ning'er. It was selfish of me to make you suffer this icy cold even after you die. But I really wanted you to stay with me a little longer..."

He began feeding Sang Ning the spiritual spring water with a small spoon.

He wiped it away from the drool and fed it again.

Until Sang Ning's lips became moist.

"You get some sleep, I'll go back into the woods and see if there are any other rare treasures."

Huo Chang'an harbored an unrealistic fantasy: what if he encountered some miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life?

He closed the door before leaving to prevent any birds or mice from getting in.

As soon as the figure disappeared, a pure white, elfin-like figure appeared.

"YoYo……"

"YoYo……"

"YoYo……"

With innocent eyes and dignified steps, the white deer looked at the small wooden house that had appeared on the grassland, its calls changing from cheerful to hesitant.

Too weak.

It wasn't very clear what it was feeling.

Is it Xiao Cui'er who's back?

"YoYo……"

"YoYo……"

Bai Lu finally broke down the door.

It strolled over to the bedside and called out to the bed in a series of calls.

Finally, they realized that Xiao Cui'er would not wake up.

Just like many years ago.

It lay by the bedside, its large, clear eyes streaming with glistening tears.

The cries were mournful.

After a while, his clear eyes suddenly shone brightly.

The white deer got up.

It remembered.

It's no longer a novice.

It is Old Bai.

It has lived here for many, many, many years.

Over the years, it has grown horns.

Its horns are amazing!

The white deer arched its body, as if gathering strength.

On its head, a pair of golden antlers slowly emerged, resembling tree branches, not very large, exquisite, beautiful, and sacred, like a natural crown.

Then, the white deer leaped up and crashed headfirst into the ground.

……

The two antlers were broken off at the base, stained with red blood, and were stuffed into Sang Ning's mouth.

The antlers suddenly burst into golden light, but quickly dissipated, the golden light disappearing into Sang Ning's mouth.

The branches became withered, losing all their luster and breaking off at each joint.

The white deer weakly collapsed to the ground, as if it had exhausted all its strength.

A distant rumble of thunder echoed across the sky.

That sound is back again.

It comes here every few years; it has experienced countless times already.

Really annoying.

……

The thunder came quickly, gathering overhead in an instant.

The mountaintop seemed to have been hit by a huge bomb, with rocks flying out and collapsing, as if an earthquake had occurred or a volcano had erupted.

Dark clouds covered the sky, plunging the whole world into darkness.

The mountain beneath their feet was shaking, and animals fled in panic.

It was as if some mysterious force was shrouding the entire Dongshan area, creating an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

Huo Chang'an, who was in the woods, fell and fell repeatedly, unable to stand up.

He remembered the lightning tribulation in his previous life, which seemed to be a similar kind of thunderstorm.

But this time, it's a hundred times, a thousand times, more serious and terrifying than that time!

It looks like it's going to destroy the entire mountain!

"Ning'er!"

"Ning'er!"

It was pitch black all around, and he tried desperately to rush out, but was blocked by trees that kept falling down.

The entire area within a hundred miles of Dongshan felt the earthquake, along with the enormous and powerful lightning and thunder.

Many people hugged the stone statue of the Eastern Mountain God in their homes and prayed silently that this divine punishment would pass quickly.

This phenomenon lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

The clouds parted, the thunder ceased, the sky cleared, and the sun shone brightly.

It was as if no strange phenomenon had ever occurred.

Even the people living at the foot of the mountain were not harmed at all.

However, to their shock, they discovered that the white hat on the east mountain was gone, and had become shorter, losing nearly a third of its height!

At this moment, in a karst cave somewhere in Dongshan, Sang Ning suddenly opened his eyes.

"Fire! Run! Fire! The ground is on fire!"

A raging fire descended from the sky.

All the animals are running.

The animals were strange and many of which I didn't recognize; those that were slow-moving were burned to death in the fire.

The earth was shaking, and the seawater was receding rapidly.

There are fewer and fewer animals.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet changed; it slowly arched up, growing higher and higher until it finally became a mountain.

Fires raged across the mountains, forcing animals to flee in panic.

Suddenly a huge white deer appeared.

No, it's a white deer, but it doesn't look like a white deer.

It has four horns on its head and its whole body is white and glowing, like a mythical beast from a legend.

The white deer glanced in this direction.

That one glance held reluctance, helplessness, and a thousand unspoken words.

That's her mother!

The enormous white deer seemed to be saying its final goodbye before rushing towards the mountaintop.

“Mother…Mother…Oh dear…”

Soon, snow began to fall from the sky, and water flowed down from the mountaintop, extinguishing the flames across the entire mountain.

Her mother has a magical ability.

Water can be controlled.

People call her: Fuzhu.

"YoYo……"

She called out from day to night, and from night to day.

But Mother never came down from the mountaintop again.

She couldn't get to the top of the mountain; it was too cold there.

So she found a secluded spot in the mountains, curled up, and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the barren and desolate mountains were now covered with forests, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.