There is a thousand layers of snow outside the curtain, half a move in the game.
Climb the ten-thousand-mile ladder to immortality, and write down nine machines.
Hanging on the blue clouds with a golden thread draped obliquely, I am half-destined to practice Taoism and half-destined to be a king.
Guan Xiang is a god. Although he himself doesn't know when he obtained the Taoist teachings and became a fairy, he is a god after all. When I have nothing to do, I can chat with Pagoda King Li Tianwang about the treatment plan for fetishes, listen to Erlang Shen talk about the tragic past of humans and animals, or make fun of the connection between my last name and a certain great god in the upper world. These are all very interesting things.
I was really happy.
If it weren't for Lu Ruchu.
It is said to be a story about gods and ghosts, but there is no drama about cultivating oneself into immortality. It is a light-hearted little tragedy, so be careful when jumping into pits.