As a person who has no worldly desires and does not want to interfere with the ups and downs of studying in the immortal world. He just wants to sit around and fan himself with a pot of tea and laugh in front of the stove to ask if the porridge is warm. Qinyu thinks that his sense of existence is low enough.
But why does that guy who hates him like to throw him into the whirlpool?
Intention: Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are lighter than horses, and there is no wind, rain or sunshine