[Reality is like the yellowing wallpaper at home, but dreams always stretch into volumes in the breath of the white deer on the green cliff]
Wang Fugui, an unemployed young man at home, has a secret: every night he goes to sleep with the "Zhu Youjue" with cinnabar patterns, and the stars flow along the blood vessels into the dreamland, turning into a raft leading to the mountains and seas. He always remembered the warning of the candle dragon in the jade pendant - don't pick up any leaves, don't break the mountains and seas.
On the top of Fajiu Mountain, he watched Jingwei holding a stone, and the morning dew shaking off his wings condensed into frost flowers on the window sill of the rental house; at the foot of Kongsang Mountain, he saw Cangjie making characters, and on his way back, the oracle bone inscriptions automatically appeared in his notebook. The jade sound of the Wuluo Goddess dressing up in Qingyao Mountain became white noise to help sleep, the shamans of the Jiuli tribe danced to the beat of the Kui cowhide drum, and the dancing light and shadow of the bonfire formed the patterns of Warring States silk paintings among the mildew spots on the wallpaper.
On the most thrilling night, Zhu Youjue took him to hover over the Zhuolu Wilderness. The Yellow Emperor's chariot ran over Yinglong's hanging scales, and in the thick fog raised by Chiyou's flags and flags, the sparks from the collision of bronze axes lit up the direction of the Twenty-eight Stars. He crouched on the black tortoise carapace to record the changes in the battle formation. When he returned, he found an extra row of cinnabar in small letters in the draft book: "Those who watch the battle should drink three drops of water from the Forgotten River." The mint leaves on the windowsill were stained with the unique blue-black dew of the Styx for no reason.
When the hundreds of pages of accumulated notes were sealed, the final chapter of "The Code of Observation of Mountains and Seas" suddenly appeared at the bottom of the box, which he had never written: "There are many who look at the sky with candle eyes, and few are as humble as if they have not seen the dragon." In the distant mountains and seas, Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes, and he saw that in every particle of dust around Hao, suspended in the mountains and seas stars that were ten thousand times smaller.
