Spring March.

There is a small bridge, flowing water and weeping willows on the bank.

A woman wearing a plain robe and a ponytail walked onto the bridge carrying a basket of flowers.

She had picturesque eyebrows and a slightly raised lip corner, with a bit of heroic spirit. She stood on the bridge with a slim figure.

There were countless astonished glances from all around, and several cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage walked up to the woman with evil smiles.

“My fellow Taoist, are you willing to be my Taoist partner? I will make you very comfortable.”

Suddenly, a man came forward and stood in front of the woman:
“We, the righteous cultivators, should help the weak and uphold justice. How can you still practice with dignity when you behave like such a despicable person?”

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, had a neat bun and a righteous look on his face, but he was immediately knocked to the ground by these dissolute monks.

“How dare you, with such a low level of cultivation, show off your ability?”

“court death!”

As the three men were beating the man, a few lotus petals suddenly floated in the water under the bridge, drifting past the men.

The movements of these people suddenly froze, and the expressions on their faces froze, as if they had suddenly turned into statues.

The man with a bloody face stood up and said loudly: “God will always help the righteous. Your evil deeds today have angered God. You…”

But he found that the people opposite him were motionless. Just as he was wondering, the heroic and pretty woman said to him gently:
“My fellow Taoist, you are injured. I have some medicinal pills at home. Please follow me.”

“Thank you, fellow Taoist. I’m fine. Huh?”

Before the man could finish his words, he found himself following the woman involuntarily.

He was just as he was surprised when the woman took him down the stone bridge and onto a small boat on the shore.

The woman got on the boat, but the man stood on the shore and looked at her. The woman looked back and smiled:
“My home is on the other side of the river. Fellow Daoist, I appreciate your help. I just want to treat your injuries. I have no other intentions.”

The woman’s smile was as gentle as rippling water waves, making the man unable to look away for a moment.

The man got on the boat, and the woman took the oars and rowed gently, her red lips slightly parted as she sang an unknown ballad:

“In March, I stand on the bridge admiring the lotuses. I just hope that my husband will take pity on me. The boat will go home along the river, and the spring breeze will make a happy marriage with the willows.”

The woman had handsome features and her singing voice was gentle and melodious, which made the man intoxicated.

He didn’t even notice that the bodies of the monks standing stiffly on the small bridge behind him suddenly broke into several pieces, causing screams of horror from those around them.

“My fellow Taoist, where do the lotus flowers come from in March?”

After the woman finished singing, he couldn’t help but ask.

The woman paddled the boat, the water gurgled, the boat moved slowly, and she smiled at him:
“It was there just now, didn’t you see it?”

The man scratched his cheek and said with a folded hand:

“My fellow Taoist, I haven’t asked for your name yet.”

The woman put down the oars, smoothed her slightly messy black hair, and said with a folded hand:
“Sheng Tanglian.”

“When spring and summer meet, lotus flowers bloom.” The man praised: “What a good name.”

A smile appeared on his face and his voice was clear:
“My name is Zhen Yangzi.”

Among the collapsed Qingtang Mountains, there is only a dilapidated peak standing. On the top of the peak is a hall, and in the center stands a statue of a woman.

The statue has a single ponytail, picturesque features, and a heroic appearance, exactly the same as the woman named “Sheng Tanglian” in the huge light curtain in the sky at this moment.

A moment ago, when Zhen Yangzi was about to kill Liu Su, the statue suddenly emitted a brilliant light, forcing Zhen Yangzi to retreat.

Then the light turned into a curtain of light, in which a picture like a photo stone appeared.

“Is this the scene when the eldest sister’s grandmother and grandfather met more than 10,000 years ago?”

“It turns out that Zhen Yangzi didn’t even have any cultivation at that time!”

“Sheng Tanglian fell in love with Zhen Yangzi at first sight and helped him, a mortal, to practice cultivation. After Zhen Yangzi achieved great success in his cultivation, he killed Sheng Tanglian who was pregnant. What a beast!” Su Ying’er’s pretty face had completely turned into a hideous and blurry man’s face, exactly the same as Zhen Yangzi in the light screen.

The mortal man ten thousand years ago was elegant and upright, but now Zhen Yangzi is twisted and crazy.

“What do you mean by helping me practice, or helping me get to the top? She has never looked down on me. Everything she does is to humiliate me!”

“Her men treat me like trash. Everyone says I’m her appendage!”

“Everyone in the world only knows Sheng Tanglian, but not Zhen Yangzi!”

“Only when she dies will the world know that I am Zhen Yangzi!”

Zhen Yangzi roared madly and laughed ferociously. Black air filled the area for hundreds of miles, like hell.

“Zhenyangzi.”

A gentle and refreshing voice sounded, Zhen Yangzi froze and slowly turned his head.

The statue shed its outer shell and turned into a living person.

She has picturesque features, a flowing ponytail, and looks very heroic, with a gentle smile on her face:
“We meet again.”

Everyone was stunned, Zhen Yangzi’s eyes widened, “You, you are Sheng Tanglian?”

Sheng Tanglian had a playful smile on his heroic face, “Yes, I have been waiting for you here for a long time, and you are finally here.”

She raised her hand, and crabapple and lotus flowers fluttered in the sky, dispersing the black air.

“Tanglian Jue!”

Liu Su murmured, “This is the Tanglian Jue that made Miss’s mother famous!”

After the Begonia and Lotus dispersed the black air, they gathered together to form a small boat.

Sheng Tanglian got on the boat and smiled back at Zhen Yangzi:
“Come with me, let’s go home.”

“Home?” Zhen Yangzi was puzzled.

But Sheng Tanglian looked at the huge black hole of time and space, and Zhen Yangzi shouted:
“Sheng Tanglian! This is your residual soul, right? Don’t even think about bullying me again! I will kill you!”

Zhen Yangzi rushed towards Sheng Tanglian, but was surrounded by crabapples and lotus flowers. He could not move and was forced to get on the boat.

Surrounded by crabapples and lotus flowers, the dark aura on Zhen Yangzi’s body gradually dissipated, and his face became clear, elegant, upright, handsome and sunny.

He looked at Sheng Tanglian blankly: “Miss, where are we going?”

Sheng Tanglian looked at him and said, “You are injured. My home is on the other side of the river. I will take you home.”

The woman’s smile was as gentle as rippling water waves, and Zhen Yangzi looked at her blankly.

Sheng Tanglian picked up the oar, paddled gently, parted her red lips, and sang an unknown ballad:
“I stand on the bridge in March admiring the lotus, hoping my lover will love me.”

Her voice was clear and sweet, and Zhenyang Zong was so mesmerized that he couldn’t help asking, “Miss, where did the lotus come from in March?”

Sheng Tanglian rowed the boat, and it slowly flew towards the black hole.

“That’s it, isn’t it? Don’t you see it?”

The surrounding crabapple and lotus flowers were dancing, and Zhenyang Zong was amazed and bowed, saying:
“This girl, I haven’t asked for your name yet.”

The woman put down the oars, smoothed her slightly messy black hair, and said with a smile:
“Sheng Tanglian.”

“When spring and summer meet, lotus flowers bloom.” Zhen Yangzi praised: “What a good name.”

A smile appeared on his face and his voice was clear:
“My name is Zhen Yangzi.”

As soon as the words fell, the boat formed by Tanglian sailed into the black hole of time and space.

The huge eyeball on Liusu’s head emitted light, the black hole of time and space closed, Sheng Tanglian and Zhen Yangzi disappeared, and only faint singing could be heard.

“The boat goes home with the current, and the spring breeze and willow trees bring about a happy marriage.” (End of this chapter)