Why Do You Ride on the Wind?

In the northern sky, there is a divine fish. The divine fish is born with crystal eyes, and its body is like a sky. Its nature is pure and uncontested. Its sound is light and bright, and its pearls are deep and piercing. It wanders leisurely in Mingbo, swallowing the tide and growing, and no one knows how long it has passed. There is a Qionghua on the fairy island ten miles away, which absorbs the heavenly flowers for a long time and turns the girl pure. With a pure heart and a kind heart, he became friends with the divine fish. The divine fish felt that he was natural and unadorned, and he loved her more and more. One day, Qing Su smiled and left to visit the fairyland. The divine fish was reluctant to part with him, so he gave her a Xuanming Pearl and made an appointment for the future. As the next year passes, I don't see my return, and a few traces of my memories drift down to Beiming. After careful inspection, the divine fish recognized it. He was frightened and asked Mingpo the reason, saying: When the Immortal King of Chujiang got married, Qing Su once congratulated him. The pearls occasionally appear white, and evil thoughts arise. I'm afraid that scandal will spread, and my soul will be enchanted behind my back. This grudge needs to be settled, it's so unfair! … The divine fish repented and closed its eyes, and turned into a Kunpeng in a ferocious manner. He has been cultivating his immortal body for thousands of years, and his fame only needs one day of practice. He devoured seventy-two immortal masters in the East and angered his enemies throughout the ages. Overturning the Chu River and chewing cloud pills, I was so angry that I got fifty immortals. It disturbed the sky and swallowed up the earth, and then came thousands of eons of calamity. Being poor and disdainful of the north arouses the hatred of heaven. Finally buried in the wilderness, no one asked. Who knows? It's not that Kunpeng lives up to his will! … My name is Li Yaowan. The flowers of the fairy tree bloom, and the fruits fall in the autumn wind. One day the wind rose and the clouds spread ninety thousand miles away. There is no place to stay in the world, and the sky will be like nothing in the future.