I am a hunter in the barren mountains. My parents died young and I live alone in the world. Occasionally I got a fragment of a scroll, learned the art of breathing and breathing, and got my first glimpse of the path to immortality. Those who entered the Tao with miscellaneous spiritual roots were treated with cold eyes, and their path of cultivation was difficult. Being bullied in the market, encountering a tiger in the mountains, life hangs by a thread. Fortunately, I met a woodcutter and gave me advice. The old man taught me a sword, and a medicine dealer gave me a prescription. After three months of tempering, my physical body was first formed. He achieved miraculous achievements in the Sutra Pavilion, almost fell into danger, met Wang Er, and cultivated the great path together. He was ridiculed for measuring his spiritual roots, and was favored by Xuan Zhenzi. He entered the Qingxu Sect and became a registered disciple. He started out as a handyman, eavesdropped on Taoist discussions, devoted himself to practice, and finally showed his talents in Xiaobi. The road to immortality is long, and I walk against the sky with my mortal body. With a scroll in my hand, I ask for immortality!
Intention: Xianxia