The morning in Zhushan starts with fog.
The milky white mist slowly climbed up from the bottom of the valley, spreading over the bluestone road, the stream, and the layers of bamboo tops. When the fog climbed to the Weasel Cave halfway up the mountain, the sky was just getting bright.
Huang Tao woke up in this mist.
Recently, a strange Taoist priest came to the abandoned Taoist temple on the north slope. He cut his hair short, wore a white robe, and practiced water magic...
…What does it have to do with me?
But... This leisurely time day after day is getting a little boring.
What is my story? What is the story of the monster? Is it to practice journalism, or to be among the immortals?
... Forget it, five hundred years of cultivation is not enough for me to think about these issues...
…That's it for now, let's eat the bamboo shoots first!
Purpose: "Where love comes, what harm does the race have to do? However, we need to remember - the life of a demon is long, but the life of a human is short. If you sincerely promise each other, cherish the day and night, and don't wait until your hair turns gray to regret it."