Li Xuanqing was lying on a bamboo chair, telling his disciples and granddaughters a story. A long, long time ago, your ancestors and I! When he was still an old man, there was a group of people who clamored to conquer the sky, but the ancestor did not go. Then the ancestor met a little brat who clamored to be dictatorial for eternity, but the ancestor did not believe it! Later I found out that the little kid threw a stone in the river! Ancestor feels sorry for you! My pit! The ancestor rewarded that furry kid with a meal, and then he met someone who couldn't put a seal on it! There is no way to go without carrying the mountain on your back. The ancestor felt soft and asked if it was okay if he didn't carry it on his back. What a fool! If you insist on memorizing it, I said yes, I will divide it into nine parts for you, and you memorize the odd and even numbers. Then the ancestor felt sleepy, and the ancestor fell asleep.
Ancestor? Ancestor? It's over, the ancestor is dead!
Who said I'm dead? Ancestor, I just live a long time.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
