Senior Brother of Xianmen

In the drunken clouds, I recalled the mortal world in several dreams. Sighing at the mortal world disturbs my thoughts for half my life. The white dragon steps on it, searching for the way to write a chapter. It's morning and evening in the cave, and I don't know what's going on outside the mountain. White clouds carry wine, and mountain springs carry songs. Flying with a sword, blowing through the spring breeze of thousands of years. No matter what year it was. What is an immortal? The heaven and earth are not destroyed, the sky is not overturned, and the immortals will not die. Beside the Blue Moon Pond, under the flowing clouds, a man in green clothes danced drunkenly, holding a scroll and angrily pointing out that the world is wrong. I have a book called Ten Thousand Immortals Kneeling, "Everywhere the scorching sun and bright moon shine, and wherever the stars and rivers in the Dao realm come, they are all governed!" Everything that is born and dies is a sentient being. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.