Immortal Emperor Yunzun

Name: Immortal Emperor Yunzun
Author: Jiang Hentian

by Jiang Hentian

ongoing Xianxia Cultivation World Male Lead

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One hand suppresses all the emperors of heaven, and two palms push across the four realms. All Buddhas bow their heads, I am the only one who respects the great road. When the flowers have fallen, the dark clouds have dispersed. The wind roars and the majestic horse rides, and the wild sun chases the waves. The heroic road is full of blood, and the achievements are eternal. The awakening flowers are still there, and the iron armor is still there. The stars and fields change, the wind rises in all directions, and the clouds of Kyushu change. Aoyang Pass, with its vast mountains and clear clouds, shows its sharp edge. The dust in the wild is raised, and the sky is carried away. The eight desolations are settled, and the six places are peaceful. It is easy to paint a building or carve a beam, but it is as difficult as a dream to make a bow, feather, or arrow. Desolate and lonely, at dusk, the hero sighs. After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha's heart remained, "If the world imitates me, it will be like entering the devil's path. Being ruthless is not as painful as being sentimental, and one inch can become thousands of strands." When the ends of the earth are limited, the magnificent waves subside and rise again. Now we are at the forefront of the tide. They came with empty words and left without a trace. The moon was slanting upstairs at five o'clock. Liu Lang already hates that Pengshan is far away, and is even more separated by ten thousand layers of Pengshan. Willows drift with flowers in the wind, Hua Tuo is difficult to heal the world. One song has not fulfilled half of his life, how many wishes are there in the world. Half a note of love and hatred is conveyed in his heart, the moon moves and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again. The Yangtze River is as white as practice for thousands of miles, and the Huaishan Mountains are as green as lakes. At sunset, three green dragons stand at the head, and at moonrise, white tigers fight against the sky. The hammer cast by the soul of heaven knocks on the door of the heart, and the soul of the earth produces a mysterious sound of wooden bells. "A leaf of duckweed waves in the ocean, and we meet each other everywhere in life. . The scorching sea reaches the sky without any boundaries, and the scorching dragon towers over the five elements. Thousands of trees are growing vigorously, but there is no vitality, and the energy is depressed, as if life is like death. The world is old and ignorant, and the confused world will last forever, and the walking dead. Wealth and splendor are all in one thought. The reality and reality are vast, and the illusion is empty.