Jiao Yuan is a disciple of Sanxu Immortal of Ziyun Palace. He has been practicing for five hundred years. He only does one thing, sleep.
The immortal couldn't bear it anymore and kicked it to the mortal world.
He lay down in a ravine overgrown with weeds, raised his eyelids, and thought that the beautiful mountains and clear waters, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers were great for catching up on sleep!
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he had his dragon scales pulled out and turned into a weakling.
Qing Ai never thought that she would be able to pick up a dragon and take it home, but according to legend, the god who soared in the clouds and controlled the mist, could call for wind and rain, could do anything, and was the best at cooking!
Seeing that the rice tank at home was bottoming out day by day, she bravely stepped forward.
"No, you have to cultivate immortality for me!"
Kakubuchi finished adding the last grain of rice to the bottom of the bowl and looked at him with disdain, "Okay!"
Intention: To make progress together
