On that spring day and the scenery was bright, Fuxi Mountain God gave each of his disciples one word in turn - "Qing", "Zhuo", "Cha" and "Shen".
Once upon a time, everything was turbulent, but in the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed in the world. It turns out that among the four people in the mountain, the pure ones are unclear, the turbid ones are themselves turbid, the observing ones are not aware, and the cautious ones are careless.
At the time of danger, Fuxi's third disciple who had died early quietly returned.
Dressed in white, Xiang Cha walked through the water and heat of the world, with an inscription on his hand to save sentient beings, and a green sword to slay evil spirits.
No matter where you travel.
——The Qing Lian sword came out and fixed the mountains and rivers.
Ps: I'll write something casually, depending on my mood. If it's X's birthday, I'll write something first. I'll mainly write about the neighbor next door.
It has something to do with Xianxia but not much. If the taste is not pure, run away.
Intention: Happy birthday to X, write a chapter first (Happy)
