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

"YoYo……"

I could still hear the pitiful cries of deer.

In the dim light, Sang Ning saw her own hand.

Wait a minute, she's a human! In my dream just now, how did I turn into a little white deer?

Her mind was a bit muddled, so she sorted it out again.

The little white deer slept for many years.

After waking up, it started wandering around, calling for its mother everywhere. Before it knew it, it had wandered into a thicket of thorns.

A long thorn pierced its ear, and it cried out in pain.

It lacked the courage to cross the terrible thicket of thorns and went hungry for three days and three nights.

Then, a girl with two long braids came over.

"Hey? What a pretty little white deer! How did you get in here?"

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here to save you."

The girl used a sickle to cut through the thorn bushes, rescued the little white deer, and fed it delicious fruit.

She said her name was Xiao Cui'er, and she had a husband named Cheng Sangmo.

From then on, the little white deer followed behind the girl.

Until the girl was struck by lightning and died.

In the blink of an eye, another thousand years have passed.

The much-grown little white deer saw Little Greenie again!

That is Sang Ning today.

Sang Ning understood everything.

The scene she just saw in her dream was from the little white deer's perspective!

The little white deer is a descendant of the divine beast Fuzhu!

It broke off its own horns to save her!

Oh right, the white deer has lived for a thousand years, so it is the only anomaly in this world. Only it can save her!

But, if it loses a horn, can it still survive?

"Old Bai...Old Bai..." Sang Ning shouted.

Where is this?

Something seems off.

What about Huo Chang'an?

She remembered that when she left the capital, she was still conscious, but she could no longer open her eyes.

She knew that Huo Chang'an was going to bring her to Dongshan to die with her!

This fool!

Sang Ning called out Huo Chang'an's name while also calling out to Old Bai.

Finally, a ray of light appeared in the winding cave.

Sang Ning climbed out and was immediately stunned.

how to say?

It's like the beauty filter instantly removes the filter.

The immortals returned to the mortal realm.

The fog that had been swirling in the sky had dissipated, and the sun shone directly on the ground.

Some flowers and plants cannot withstand direct sunlight and are already showing signs of wilting.

Most importantly, it's all jumbled rocks, and once you see the mountaintop, it looks much shorter!

This is what she saw before she traveled through time!

Sang Ning stayed there for a long time.

Later, I vaguely realized that the reason this secluded valley became a fairyland was probably because of the white deer.

"Old Bai won't die; he's lived all the way to the modern era," Sang Ning thought to herself.

But he was definitely seriously injured.

"Huo Chang'an—Huo Chang'an, where are you?"

The small wooden house on the grass had long been buried under the rubble.

A disheveled man was frantically digging at the stones.

He seemed possessed; Sang Ning called him many times, but he couldn't hear her.

He kept muttering something to himself.

Until Sang Ning squatted down in front of him.

The man lifted his tear-blurred eyes, glanced at the stones, and continued digging at them.

Both hands were covered in bloody cuts.

"Shiro, I'm here."

"Shiro?"

"Chang'an?"

"Zi Le?"

Sang Ning grabbed his hand.

Huo Chang'an didn't look up. "I must be hallucinating."

Ning'er's hands were cold.

But the hand I held was warm.

Sang Ning gently pulled, and the man stood up.

"I am back."

"who are you?"

They both spoke at the same time.

"Me? I am... Well, Heaven was moved by your devotion and gave you a new wife. Aren't you happy?"

"No! I want the original one!"

Huo Chang'an shook off her hand and ran over to dig at the stones.

“Ning’er is down there, she’s still down there.”

It's all an illusion, an illusion..."

A bead attached to it fell in front of me, swaying back and forth.

That was the youth-preserving pearl he wore around Ning'er's neck!

“Where did you find these beads? They’re so cold,” Sang Ning said.

"Stop digging at the rocks, I've come back to life, I'm still the same me, no doubt about it."

"Don't believe me? You've forgotten that I wiped your butt on the way to exile..."

The man suddenly hugged her tightly.

He wanted to shout and cry, but he could only open his mouth wide, his voice stuck in his throat, unable to come out at all.

The more I hated the heavenly thunder and the way of heaven just now, the more grateful I am now.

In the end, it returned it to him!

“Ning’er…” A broken voice escaped from his chest.

"Wow……"

Like a dam being opened, the floodwaters, which could no longer be contained, surged forth in a furious torrent.

His crying was earth-shattering, open and high-pitched, no longer suppressed and unspeakable.

Lost and found!

……

Sang Ning and Huo Chang'an searched the valley for several more days, but still couldn't find any trace of the white deer.

The valley wasn't very big. After the mountaintop collapsed, the natural formation was destroyed, the fog disappeared, and this place was no longer a secret.

No water has been added to the spring, and it's unknown how long it will take before it dries up.

We can't let this waste. We need to send people down the mountain to transport the water down; it can be used for treating illnesses and making medicine.

“Ning’er, the white deer is a divine deer. It must be hiding to heal its wounds. After we’ve fetched the water, we’ll have Master Song set up a formation here to prevent anyone from disturbing us.”

"Yes, the white deer won't die."

She'll come back to see it in a while.

She is Bai Lu's only friend, and she will visit it often in this lifetime.

In the most secluded underground cave in the valley.

The white deer lay quietly by a hot spring, having fallen into a deep sleep.

When it wakes up again, its new horns will have grown.

I wonder how much longer it will take.

Perhaps, thousands of years.

……

Just like last time when they went down the mountain, Huo Chang'an carried Sang Ning on his back.

The two descended to the mountainside and encountered several villagers who had come up the mountain together.

"You...came down from the mountaintop?" Their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Don't misunderstand, we're not gods, we just went up to ask the immortals for their blessings."

"Then, the lightning strike a few days ago..."

Huo Chang'an's mind raced for a moment, and he said, "Don't be afraid, it's the Eastern Mountain God descending. We saw it with our own eyes."

He also asked us to convey a few words: that Dongyang had been blessed with a wise ruler, and the people's suffering was over; he had appeared to the ruler in a dream, instructing him to send someone to Dongshan to retrieve the divine water he had left behind, to bestow upon the people and dispel their calamities.

When Huo Chang'an left the valley, he also set up an array. Although he had no cultivation and the array was not very effective, it could still block ordinary people and prevent him from being exposed for the time being.

The Huo family had just taken control of the capital when strange phenomena suddenly appeared on Dongshan Mountain. He was afraid that people would use this as a pretext.

Sang Ning also knew that the ancients believed in this the most.

The less trouble, the better.

Upon hearing this, the villagers' worried expressions disappeared.

But they were still skeptical. A miracle occurred. Why did the mountain split open?

It's more like divine punishment!

"Go home and wait. Tell the other villagers that the imperial court will send someone to collect the water in five days at most. Do not go up the mountain before then, lest you anger the East Mountain God and have the divine water taken back."

Seeing their suspicion, Sang Ning took out two fruits.

"Here, have a taste of the divine fruit bestowed upon you. After you've finished eating, hurry down the mountain. The Eastern Mountain God also said that even though he has ascended to heaven, the mountaintop is still his home, and no one should go up there to disturb him."

If he were to descend, he would appear in the dreams of the Lord of Dongyang.

Those people tasted the fruit and immediately believed it.

They went down the mountain in high spirits to spread the word.