"Old Pine Tree, look at this pine tree, isn't it beautiful? If you like it, I can transplant it to Wansong Mountain. Perhaps in a few hundred years, it could become a spirit and keep you company." Si Lingxi said, holding a photo of the Welcoming Pine from Huang Mountain, to Wansong Daoist.
Wansong Daoist took the photo, smiled lightly, and asked, "How old is this pine?"
"Over thirteen hundred years."
"It's still a young girl." Wansong Daoist shook his head and laughed, "Graceful and elegant, with a charming poise."
Si Lingxi raised an eyebrow.
Wansong Daoist glanced at Si Lingxi and Lu Zheng, who were holding hands, and shook his head with a smile, "The young girl is living well at home, don't transplant it."
Si Lingxi raised her eyebrows with a smile, nodded, picked up a black jade chess piece, and gently placed it down.
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