The hazy mountain scenery is covered with the lingering fragrance of the bright moon, and bits of intoxicating red hair flow through the white and delicate fingertips. With a slight tap of his fingertips, large swaths of purple huang were transformed. The autumn wind is bleak, the bamboo leaves are staggered, covering the deep pool, the water is particularly clear, and you can see a strange stone, engraved with the romantic love stories of the nine tribes in the six realms, and the most beautiful and sad thing among them is that it was made by a phoenix.
The narrative in the stone is complicated, and the demons and gods who occasionally pass by are confused:... Quanbo, shaped like a phoenix and a phoenix, with a body color of cinnabar. He is good at music, singing and dancing, and uses illusions as an attack. He is loyal by nature. A poet once praised him and said, "The one who loves unfailingly until death is like a phoenix." He is the best of the phoenix... "The Biography of Ten Thousand Beasts"
... This beauty was transformed by Quanbo, and her appearance is the best in the demon world. Born in Yaodu, his real name is Qing Liao, and his nickname is Yan. Her eyes are as soft as butter, her muscles are ice-cold and her bones are jade, her smile is like the scenery and the moonlight, her tears are like pear blossoms with rain, her figure is graceful, her hair is as red as fire, her clothes are fluttering and graceful... "Picture of a Beautiful Woman"
... When Quanbo reaches Nirvana, a bright mirror will appear, connecting to another fantasy world. There, the infatuated person can be with his lover forever... "Orcs·Infatuation"
... Quanbo, a man named Qing Lun, once wore a blood phoenix and jade robe, and carried a Bauhinia phoenix and butterfly baubles. He sang about life and death, danced the pipa phoenix language, and met the black bamboo Jing Luo in the purple jade forest... "Jing Luo Qing Lun·Eternal Sing·Encounter Monument"
... When we are drunk and forgetful of love, we light a red candle and the scraps of neon clothes are dyed with sparks in thousands of pools. No matter what happened, no matter what happened, no matter how miserable you were, who did you hate? I'm just afraid that the sorrow will disappear. Love has been sincere since childhood, and those who fall in love with the past have no first love. You and I are not good sons-in-law.
Drunk and dreaming of a spring night, I shed tears of pity and loved the anniversary of my death. I drank a cup of poisonous wine and killed with random swords, leaving my whole body covered in blood sores. Whether it's going away, whether it's destruction, or whether it's nirvana, stay with him! But my heart is filled with sadness and melancholy, and my brows are furrowed. I hate that Jinlang is too cruel, and the world is so ruthless that it is difficult to marry between heaven and earth. ..."Zhanmei Qingli·Three Thousand Good Stories·Poems"