Sharingan Plays with the World of Cultivation

A sail sails across the stars in a month, and the lonely clouds and shallow waves stir up the wind. But even if the moon is full of stars, it still seems to be a bit vicissitudes of life, a bit changed. After thinking about it, Chen Yi reached out and opened the window to block out the night. With only the swaying oil lamp, he continued to turn over the obscure bamboo slips in his hand and read carefully. "Use your heart and energy, use your body and spirit..." His eyes were astringent and his mind was dizzy. He looked out the window at the waves and the sky, which turned white. He sighed and called his servants, cooked some fish and shrimp stew, and left the cabin. The Beihuai River is famous. It is not famous for the mountains outside the Zhishenjiaojiao Mountain, nor for the continuous night rain and the moon in the middle of the moon. The flying cranes and the crows of apes on both sides of the river are nothing new. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.