Leaning on the Sword and Singing to Ling Qingqiu

Xun Yue was originally a good young man in society. He never thought that he would be struck by lightning and transported to the world of cultivation, and would pass through the body of a baby. When I was five years old, my father went to serve in the military and never came back. At the age of twelve, landlord Liu from the village forcibly took possession of a commoner's daughter. Her dress had been floating on the roof beams for a long time. When I was fifteen years old, an immortal master came to the village to select seedlings with spiritual roots for cultivating immortals. Unfortunately, only a few people were selected. Xun Yue looked at the vast land and felt it was so vast and indistinct. In this world of cultivation where the jungle prevails, what should a child with no father, no mother, and no spiritual roots do? She doesn't want to be inactive, but is unable to change the status quo. She lives a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset as usual. One night, a group of white-clothed immortals flew over the sky. Below, the ground was red with blood, and the fire was soaked in the blue sky. Xun Yue helplessly looked at the layers of corpses in front of him, and the old house was swallowed by the tongues of fire. The white jade pendant gradually turned red. In another flash, the red ground is thousands of miles away, and the bones are exposed. A thin figure is kneeling on the ground, staring blankly ahead. A sword with a pale white light passes through the coarse clothes, and blood flows out. The man holding the sword has a strange look, which overlaps with the familiar face of the young man in the memory. Rebirth, no regrets left The love, hatred and sorrow in the past life have pointed out a way in my heart in this life. To rise to the top of the clouds and ascend to immortality, one must leave behind the old world of mortals. The great road of cause and effect, let go of obsession first It's cold at high places, eternal life, is it joy or sorrow? Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water Don't you see the sun and moon platform, the gold, silver and jade palace, singing and dancing everywhere, the immortals lined up like hemp, under the gorgeous spring light, the flower bones reflect the bright face, and the snow on the mountain top melted into a curtain of clear water at some point. It was once a startling shadow, and everything came to life at a glance Among the three thousand peach trees, Zhuoshuo Fenghua is growing vigorously Everyone loves her, whether they love this skin or the person under the skin. Point your sword at someone, cut off the love thread, jump off the viewing platform, and drink the water of unfeeling In this life, I have dreamed of countless luxuries, but when I gave up, I only wanted to be shattered into pieces. Abandoned the immortal and became a demon, but still have good thoughts, finally let go of hatred, just hope that every day will be safe—— The embarrassment and humiliation of life experience, and the servility of the clan for decades No one can understand the emotions in the eyes of the people in front of them When the world is in chaos, kill your brother to seize the throne, destroy the gods and immortals, and become the king of the world. The sunrise in my heart never rises again Become famous at a young age, grow old at a young age Drinking and enjoying the flowers, the sword points to Kyushu, stepping on the crane and using the sword to break the beauty and cut off the clouds Wherever you go, there is love everywhere, the red gauze tent is warm, the jade-faced hibiscus On the ten thousand-foot cliff of the Nine-foot Cold Pond, a white skeleton lay quietly in a rusty iron chain, and a rotten sword was stuck in the boulder. The best sword in the world was finally covered with dust. (Group portrait, chaotic stew) Intention: Let a hundred flowers bloom