Song of Mr. Xunzhi:
No fragrance of flowers, no height of trees
I am a lively and jumping grass
Turnips and greens, who can love them?
If we don't have any meat to eat, sooner or later we will say bye
The demon cultivator who loves eating meat VS the sword cultivator who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside
Intention: You still have to have dreams, what if you travel through time one day?