Note: Chapter 3 has undergone major changes (modification date: 2009-06-28)
The most precious treasure guarded by Xuanlin Cave, the Yuejiu Jade, turned into blue-black overnight and disappeared the next day. The four tribes in the fairy world and the Wuyao Cave in the demon world all wanted to take back the object first. The two worlds were in constant dispute, but they didn't know that everything was in vain...
The Yuejiu Jade in this world actually involves a long-cherished wish from thousands of years ago. Why is the dove, the bird closest to love, getting further and further away from them? Could it be that it can't cross the ravine after all?
The smoke and clouds are gone, and the lone sail is looking for its way back.
The morning dew is cold, and the swimming fish are frightened by the ripples in the water.
The secluded forest path and the light mist dance among them.
Luoquti, green robe and sleeves.
Looking at each other across thousands of mountains.
The ink is deeply dyed, and the pen and inkstone are intertwined.
My heart is resting lightly, where the wind is clear and the shadows are swaying,
The bamboo forest is full of words, and the pearls are far away from each other.
When I think about the moon, I think about it.
Falling in love is like water clouds.
Cutting off the thread of love, it is hard to cut off even the will of reason.
Traveling on a strange road brings about deep sorrow and hatred.
Looking at the broken cliff, I sigh that the moon is missing and difficult to round.
The lotus fades, and the hidden soul disappears.
Farewell to reincarnation.
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The cold pond is bitter, and the soft water flows through the spiritual stream.
Autumn maples are falling and the sun is setting.
The wind blows by my ears, raising green silk cotton.
Cloud sleeves lead, cloud scarf binds.
It's hard to stop thinking.
The cold moon is silent, and the souls of the two swords are entwined.
The late frost disperses, and the flying catkins attract thoughts.
Pear blossoms splash on the ground, staining the light green shirt
Qishuang sheds tears, and Ziwu mourns.
Thoughts and sorrows are hidden in my heart.
Thanks to the red line, it's a farewell.
The dead souls are gone, and the underworld sighs at the blue sky.
The Dragon Palace has been in existence for ten thousand years, and it has been opened and withered again.
The water pavilion is dry and the long rope is swaying.
Thinking and forgetting the two heavens.