The fairy mountain is high and far away, and the clouds and mist are vast.
With my ordinary heart, I ask about the path to immortality.
No amazing talent, no monstrous background,
Just being unwilling to practice in the dust.
The pages of the diary are filled with struggles,
The young man stepped out of the ordinary step by step.
The great road in this world never belongs only to the proud ones.
Ordinary people also have their own path to immortality.
Reader comments
I want to write about the feeling of struggling hard, but all the progress is just luck. The first time was Fire Spirit Saliva and Fire Spirit Stone, the second time was Fire Essence Fruit, and then came the Treasure Hunting Weasel. Painting a tiger cannot be compared to a dog.
The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and so is a good book.
This writing method is quite novel, but it's too clumsy. You can write four to five thousand words in one sentence!
Refining elixirs by rubbing them with your hands, you are so defiant
I want to write about the feeling of struggling hard, but all the progress is just luck. The first time was Fire Spirit Saliva and Fire Spirit Stone, the second time was Fire Essence Fruit, and then came the Treasure Hunting Weasel. Painting a tiger cannot be compared to a dog.
The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and so is a good book.
This writing method is quite novel, but it's too clumsy. You can write four to five thousand words in one sentence!
Refining elixirs by rubbing them with your hands, you are so defiant