Fellow Daoist Shangqing, Are You There? [Letters]

My favorites in The Ancient World are Tongtian and Taiyi. They both live the way they want most, and they also live the best way in our hearts, but after all, it is still difficult to reconcile. I still want them to have the life they want most. Xiang Qing and his disciples who betrayed their relatives and abandoned him are still doing well even though he is no longer in public. Taiyi, his relatives are not dead, and he will always be the proud Taiyi

There are so few articles about the leader in ancient times. I have read every one of them several times, even if the leader is not the protagonist.

I haven't had time to write a review since I followed it from beginning to end, but I was really touched by the last chapter. I don't know since when, I have always had hard feelings towards Shangqing and Jiejiao. Maybe it's because the glimmer of hope is too easy to impress people. I have read many, many prehistoric themes, even if they are mindless novels, because I hope Shangqing will have a good ending. Those who have not experienced the betrayal of their relatives, the abandonment of their religions, the destruction of their people, and the separation of the gods will not be able to survive without being imprisoned in the purple sky. How could such a proud, free and unrestrained person, the youngest son of Pangu, be willing to cut off his wings, destroy his spirit, imprison Zixiao, and lose Qingping? Red flowers, white lotus roots and green lotus leaves, the Three Purities have been affection since the beginning of the world, but in the end they should not be cut off just for the sake of luck and merit. If there is a chance, I still hope that I can be lucky enough to call him Master

I have been living in a miserable world for a long time, and in a trance, I pray for an old dream of yellow beams. I hope that in the dream, the grass will grow and the orioles will fly, and my relatives and friends will accompany me, and the years will last long.

After all, God's will is not in his favor, human life is insignificant, all life is like grass and grass, the tragic song ends on the stage, and the drama ends and everyone disperses off the stage. Drinking a pot of spring white snow will make you drunk in the world. The peach blossoms are falling in April. The green umbrellas cover the rain where the smoke is flying. It is hard to come back from the dream. This feeling has just come to my mind, but I can't speak. The shadows of crows are flowing, the dust of the incense burner is falling, and the tears have already flowed from my lips as I picked up the pen. The sky is clear, white cranes are flying in the clouds, letters from old friends have arrived too late, origami paper is about to be burned, when will I go back to the old days again, holding my sword and not caring about the worries of the common people.

The scorching sun is shining brightly in the sky. Are you safe today? With a few strokes, I want to express all the sorrows of this life. I dream back to the old days, when the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon were all romantic, and I could see endless green tours. In the past, no one can climb the jade steps again. The jade palace is covered with dust and strong winds are blowing. Do you have any good words for me? The past is hard to forget, I hope you will come back again.

In the past, when Taiyi was robbed, people asked Tongtian: "Which one is more important, the Eastern Emperor or the Great Desolate?" Today is Tongtian's turn, and some people must have been asked: "Which one is more important, the Shangqing or the Great Desolate?" Going round and round, it's just the same routine, with endless reincarnations.

Yuanshi was too naive and too greedy. He not only wanted to keep his apprentice, but also wanted to preserve the brotherhood, so he hoped that Tongtian would be able to think of it and abandon his apprentice. How can there be such a beautiful thing? If I can't let it go, can my brother be able to let it go? In the final analysis, what he wants is for himself.

Master... Biyou is still here, we are all here

The sage of the Shangqing Dynasty, the youngest son of Pangu, should have been blessed by the beauty of heaven and earth, and should have been proud and free.