There are three thousand Tao and Dharma in this vast world.
Sword way, alchemy way, array way, righteous way, devil way, demon way, passionate, ruthless, supreme and forgetful of emotion.
Mo Wuran didn't cultivate any of these. Thanks to his sentimental mother, he cultivated them all.
People say that cultivating immortals is very ruthless, cutting off the human world and cutting off six desires, but he prefers to devote his emotions to everything and everything, with a youthful air, and he most hates to see his life wither.
Later, he met a man born with bad luck who showed him how fragile life is.
This was not going to work, he told the little lucky star that it was not difficult to change his life against the will of God, but it was the top priority that the flowers he had raised for three years withered!
"You're a terrible name. You'll be called Xiaoxi from now on. How lucky you are."
"Xiao Xi, your life is always at a standstill, but don't be afraid,"
——Because the blank space between heartbeats is the sonorous sound of all things.
Intention: Even if you have a long life as a cultivator, don't forget to cherish life.