Yanxiu

Beauty is what one desires in form, and cultivation is what one pursues with attachment. On the road to the top of the clouds of the ancient saints, we hold hope and despair, tolerate light and darkness, and shoulder glory and sin. The Nine Heavenly Immortals and the Holy Buddha regarded him as a heinous person, but thousands of creatures on the earth crawled on the mountains and shouted long live for him. He is Xiao Luo, a calm and wise man, but he is doomed to go crazy because of the desire and persistence in his heart. In the spring of the forty-second year of the Wanlong calendar of the Jin Dynasty, it rained in Lausanne City. This small border town located at the southeastern end of the vast territory of the Jin Kingdom is famous for its high-quality silk. However, most of the silk is taken away every year in the name of tribute. Therefore, most of the buildings in this supposedly prosperous town are still made of earthen walls. This kind of free building materials are extremely thick. Outside the city, there is a lush mulberry tree, making the entire Lausanne County look like a loess mound wrapped in green. It was originally a spring drought, but the rain came just in time. The villagers looked at the green mulberry leaves in front of the door, with simple smiles on their lips. This meant that in addition to their share of tribute this year, they could also leave some silk in exchange for other things. The drizzle from early morning to this time has been washing everything in the world, as if it has washed away the noise and dirt, leaving only the most gentle and decent cleansing. At least Guo Dongqi put on the cleanest, neatest, gentlest and most decent official robes at this time, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face. As the city guard of Lausanne City, he is usually a powerful local emperor, but at this time...