Ten Thousand Volumes of Immortal Scriptures and Three-foot Qin, Liu An heard that he was a close friend.
There is a pot of wine on the head of the stick, and there are thousands of cinnabar and gold in the furnace.
I sleep drunkenly at the three-way intersection, and come to the cave to explore my heart.
Who knows when we meet each other? I'm afraid I won't be able to find them in the sky.
The purpose of practicing my original intention is to return to the world that belongs to me. Who knows that everything in the world does not care about the original intention, but only depends on cause and effect.
Deep feelings are hard to stay, full of regrets.
Walking in this snow-colored world, only by practicing along the way can I cut off all those who disturbed my heart yesterday.
I just accidentally cultivated myself into a BOSS.