Fuyun

(Traditional fairy tales are a bit slow, for the sake of smooth logic and complete narrative.) The young man was burdened with family hatred, and rose up with strange veins, and in an instant, the world was in turmoil. A three-foot green edge cuts off love and hatred, and the blood stains the blue clouds and turns into a red lotus. Let's see how he refines his heart in the world of mortals and smiles proudly in the brilliant jade sky. Support the clouds to look at the sky, follow the wind and step on the purple peak. Yao light touches my face, but I am not an immortal.