The world is as bright as flowers, and the dust of this life can only be drunk in dreams of life and death, so there is no difference between the fairy clouds. The sun has its own sky, and it cannot compete with the length of one life. After reincarnation, competing for nine lives, the peony blossoms, there is a difference in the end.
Who in this world forgets life and death, brushing against the world of mortals, the journey is long, my sword can open heaven and earth!
In the lonely city, the old man, the young man, the child, all alone, with shadows in their hearts, I don't know who I am, I just think of my name, Old Man Hong, and that day I knew that I was me, in the abyss of life and death, in the dream of the divine mirror, in the lonely Nirvana, in the netherworld!
Tens of thousands of steps, I traveled across the mountains and rivers, and visited hundreds of states and counties, but the human emotions were cold and warm. When I arrived at Xianyun, I was already a young man. I entered the Wu Sect at a bad time. I only remember the shadow of Qingyi in the medicine hall. I didn't know that Qingyi was seriously ill and his youthful years were lost. The plum blossoms bloomed and his cultivation was exhausted. He stepped outside the world and fought for life and death.
A grain of sand can become a Taoist, a leaf can become an immortal, a fisherman can kill the immortals by killing all the people in the world!
