The world is endless,
Wangchuan Soul Soup,
Three generations of ups and downs.
Huangquan faces each other, and the blue sky is full of vicissitudes of life.
I burn incense in front of the monument, and it will ring together in the next life.
"Asu, if you came to see me a thousand years ago... We shouldn't be like this, right?"
"Feng Wu, you have deceived others. Ask yourself if you have ever been deceived."
There are always all sorts of helplessness and ruthlessness in this world.
He never regretted picking up the little phoenix from the foot of Fengxi Mountain, even if he got emotional in the end.
Fengwu taught him magic for a long time, but he never called him master. He just likes his name "Beng Wu"
"Phoenix resting on the sycamore tree"