In the imperial capital of Jiuyu in the Central Plains, someone stands alone at the city gate with a sword, soaked by nine days of rain, yet unable to wash away the world’s disappointments.
In a snowy Buddhist mountain range in the northwest, an old monk sweeps leaves in a courtyard. The sutras he chants carry across thousands of miles of mountains and passes.
Where the eastern sea meets the sky, a fish travels thousands of miles alone, dives beneath the waves, and vanishes from sight.
That day,
a poor scholar reeking of wine saw how absurd the world was,
and suddenly found the wine in his hand no longer to his taste.
When roaring cannot save the world, let teaching save it.
When Confucian teachings cannot save the world, split it open with a blade!
The great tides of the Eastern Sea, the golden snows of the Western Mountains.
Whether this splendid land or this absurd world,
I, Dong Yin, Dong Qianzhi,
will swallow it all, turn it into seven parts wine, and ask the immortals above: Do you know me?
The plot and writing are very good, I look forward to the author's subsequent updates [Blow kiss]
Come on, it looks good
Not bad, even though I couldn't understand what was written, I still read it ᥬ😂᭄
Don't be a loser, don't be a loser
Not bad, good cheers, author
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