Five hundred years ago, I often looked at the top of Kongwu Mountain and imagined that I would transform into a flaming phoenix and roam around the world.
Five hundred years later, I will always stand on the top of Kongwu Mountain, with blazing fire burning at my fingertips, and open my wings to face the "scourge of heaven".
Chang Heng once said that Kongwu Mountain is his destination, but it is not mine.
I was secretly sad, but it wasn't until the impending damnation that I understood his hidden delicacy and tenderness.
The phoenix fire stretches for three thousand miles, reflecting the quiet years of Kongwu Mountain.
After that, I became the only patron saint of the mountain.
[Modify slowly, and the repaired chapters will be unlocked. The comment area was closed by my clumsy hands. It's a short story~]
Intention: Want to raise birds. Jpg
