Cultivating with the Tang and Song Dynasties on My Back

The moon shines bright over Chang'an, ten thousand miles away.

How could one not be moved by lofty Bianjing?

The charms of two dynasties endure through the ages.

He carries Tang and Song on his back as he cultivates.

Nations vie for supremacy. Poetry gives rise to the Dao. They gather literary inspiration, practice the arts of writing, ascend the immortal path, absorb the vital energy of the four seas, and nurture the literary spirit of past and present, until the Literary Dao is perfected beneath the heavens.

This is a world built upon poetry and prose, a wondrous place where verse and cultivation are perfectly intertwined. Poetry and prose forge the path of cultivation and give rise to miraculous arts. Poems can slay foes across ten thousand miles; paintings can hold mountains and rivers in place. What grandeur!

But none of this has anything to do with Zhou Liang. He was a homebody, and all he wanted was to live comfortably as a wealthy man, singing little tunes and visiting pleasure houses in his spare time.

But his brothers turn against one another, and as the legitimate heir, he will be resented until the day he dies.

He struggles every which way and at last manages to find a path to survival.

Who could have guessed disaster would strike from within, leaving his country and family destroyed overnight?

With no other choice, he carries Tang and Song on his back, all to find the people dear to him.