Chang'an Guest from Another World

On the ancient road of Chang'an, the setting sun is like blood, accumulating good lintels and sometimes giving birth to guests from other worlds. Fortunately, I got the fragments of the scroll, and met my old friends. I shouldered the snow of the past on my shoulders. Don't ask where I came from, and don't look for the way back. This body is already the bones of Chang'an. I advise the world that striving for fame and wealth is all in vain, but who has ever seen how many heroes were drunk with the ambergris in the Zichen Palace? Exactly what is said: The west wind blows the yellow sand, and the cold branches sprout new leaves. Horse hooves trample on the waning moon, washing away the old dust scabs. When the beacon smoke is gone, the bright moon will shine on thousands of families. I look forward to having a cup of tea after success. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.