Wei Bai Is on the Cold Branch, and the Phoenix Lives on the Wu Tree

There is a bird in the south, called the phoenix. It originates from the South China Sea and flies over the North Sea. It doesn't stop unless it's a parasol tree, it doesn't eat unless it's made of solid wood, it doesn't drink unless it's a spring of sweet wine... Wei Zhuang said, there is no Wuwu in the Beihai, so don't make the mistake of living on a cold branch... Bai Feng said, Hanzhi has been fixed, and Beihai's life has been lost... Bai Feng gave up on Beihai, but froze to death on the cold branches of Wei Zhuang. It was a fate that was entangled throughout life, and a fate that would never end until death... He was dressed in black robes and his face was as sharp as a knife, and he wanted to dominate the world. His white feathers and frosty clothes, his eyebrows and eyes as pale as the distant mountains, want him to be able to go boating in the mountains and rivers. Controlling hundreds of birds is like a fairy coming to the world. On the day when Bai Feng died, cicadas chirped everywhere in the ghost valley, and all birds disappeared... Broken shark teeth, farewell to the ghost valley world, the day the white phoenix disappeared, the quicksand was gone, and the whereabouts were gone... After reading Xiaoyaoyou once and losing the white phoenix, Wei Zhuang understood that after more than a hundred years, the flashy music and songs were nothing more than three feet of plain wood and one layer of loess. It would be better to abandon the world and go boating with you...