"In life, you can't help yourself. Life is not peaceful, but death is the only way to rest."
"But I am peaceful."
Change, change, change, change, change the copy. I scribbled it out in a hurry before.
In the eighteenth year of Yanshi, there was heavy snow in Congcheng.
That year, Tao You stood Lingran at the city gate, holding his sword and looking at the black clouds sweeping over the edge of the snowy white land.
"When the city is alive, I am alive; when the city is gone, I am gone!"
The people of Congcheng shouted with enthusiasm: "If the city is alive, I will live; if the city dies, I will perish!"
Only Tao You himself knew that he actually didn't know how to use a sword.
In fact, there was no need to use the sword afterwards, because Tao You ran away with the whole city. How did you run away, you ask? Don't worry, Tao You has his own way.
"Didn't I say that if the city dies, I will die."
... Asking means speaking with an accent.
Now in the fifteenth year of Yingyun, it is raining heavily in Yuxi Pavilion.
A man wakes up in the ice house in the dark room of the pavilion.
The first thing he said to people when he woke up was: "Congcheng! Congcheng is going to be in chaos! The world is going to be in chaos!"
He said his name was Tao You.
The owner of He Linggu is busy moving, and He Linggu moves every five hundred years. Now he and Linggu are asking about the realm of the fiefdom, and there are still a hundred years before the next move.
"Wen Feng, there is a vision. Don't forget that in the eighteenth year of Yan Shi, we cannot repeat the same mistakes."
Undercurrents in the heavens are surging, and it is still half a year before Tianjun comes out of seclusion.
In the underworld, three hundred years of peace without the underworld king, is it a plank road built openly or secretly?
When everything is overthrown and the world is in chaos, don't be afraid, because the author doesn't know what he is writing.
Intention: Waiting for the years