Cloud Edge Willow

That year, when the breeze was filled with rain and rustling, he brushed against my shoulders with his white clothes floating in the air, and his long fingers brushed through my green hair, stirring up every trace of my spring love. I hung down in the water and looked at him, swaying layers of green silk veil for him... Such a beautiful painting is probably just a dream... Only a scream was heard, it was the rumored ebony Ma Liu outside the capital who woke up. ———————— It is said that there is an ebony willow tree outside Liucheng that is always green all year round. It spans the shore of the lake and forms a natural bridge. It is quite a sight and is praised by the world. If you are not talented or talented, this willow is the one under you, and its elegant name is Weak Willow. Everyone in the world thinks that I am over a hundred years old. Hey, a hundred years old? More than a hundred years old? Really ordinary people are short-sighted! I am a willow tree spirit who has practiced for thousands of years! Well, although I am an out-and-out old monster, I have never done any evil. I practice hard, just hoping that one day I will attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven, and become a happy god who moves with the wind. I really sacrificed a lot for this, and even "bent the devil." Haha, misunderstanding, I bent my waist, old monster, I bent it, it was just my waist! For so many years, I have used my belly to nourish water, my back as a bridge, and carried countless people, working tirelessly. How can it be considered as a way to save all sentient beings? After enduring the long days and the ever-changing winds and clouds, I counted the complicated lines in my heart, counting that my merits were finally complete and that I was one step away from attaining enlightenment. I couldn't help but feel satisfied and comfortable in my heart, so I nestled peacefully in the clear water, blowing in the spring breeze, and waited for the gods in the sky to come and take me up. ... It would be great if the one who comes is the proud figure in white clothes. Who would have known that the gods were indeed waiting, but what was waiting was strange powers and chaos! A bloody storm roared in, and I suddenly woke up from a big dream. Between screaming and being dumbfounded, my slender "willow waist" became as fragile as a small crispy onion in a farmer's hand, and it broke with a crisp sound. If your waist is broken, your cultivation for thousands of years will naturally be broken. Damn it! I... I'm unconscious... ---------------------------------------------------- However, the story unfolds quietly like this. If you stay, I will take care of all the unexpected and surprises, sugar and honey, surprise and joy! Intention: The first meeting is the place where we parted, reincarnation is only because we are too persistent