Immortal Ancient I Intend to Act as a Taoist

"Watching the chess players playing badly, cutting down the trees, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds, selling firewood and drinking wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The autumn sky is high, I sleep on the pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and ridges, and cut the dead vines with an ax. Harvested into a load, Xingge goes to the market and yields three liters of rice. There is no competition, the price is mediocre, there is no scheming, there is no honor or disgrace, and life is indifferent. Where we meet, it is either an immortal or a Taoist, sitting quietly and talking about Huang Ting. " This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.