Zhang Youyun didn't know when she met these two immortals. She had been walking with them for too long, as if they had been walking for thousands or hundreds of years, so naturally she couldn't remember.
They were always on their way, and she always asked, "Chun Sheng, where are we going?"
The other party replied: "Go forward and we'll be there in a moment."
In this way, they traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands of mountains and rivers also traveled through them. Mountain flowers and scales, or the words of people in the city and countryside, all have been experienced without leaving the ground, so I know that people in the world are lonely and courageous, fairies and ghosts whisper, and the vegetation is lush.
"It's enough for us to write tens of thousands of opera excerpts like this."
After hearing this, Zai Shui laughed in front of her. He waved his left hand, causing a burst of moisture to hit her face. He choked her and said with a smile: "Then you write, no one will stop you. I'm afraid that by then, you won't even be able to hold the brush."
From this, we can write about the mountains and rivers in a tone of voice. As evidence.
Sure enough, this book about mountains and rivers is indescribable.
This article's three concepts have collapsed. Humans, ghosts, gods, gods, and the author are both brainless. You are welcome to jump into the trap. Dog face. The protagonists are not CPs with each other. This article uses more than a hundred stories as the main line. Can it be considered a romance?
The first two chapters are not mature enough and will be constantly revised. I hope everyone likes it, so stay tuned.