The Road to Immortality

The sky was dusk, and the heavy rain fell like a waterfall from the sky. In a Jianghu tavern ten miles outside Fufeng City, a group of martial arts knights were drinking wine and talking about the past. Suddenly the tavern owner spoke: "Everyone, we have entered a 500-meter river. How do you cross it?" A certain person in the green forest said: "Of course I'll find a boatman to punt the boat through!" A drinking swordsman said: "I can do it in one go and walk across the water!" A certain Taoist priest said: "Piece a piece of thatch and throw it into the river. It will be like a pleasure boat!" … On the second floor of the tavern, a certain immortal monk whispered softly: "Draw out the sword and fly past!" Two beautiful girls asked a young man: "Young Master! Young Master! How did you get there?" A certain young man said: "Ferry boat! Qinggong can float on the water! Crossing the river with a reed is a small path, and flying with a sword also relies on other things. We rely on ourselves, so we can naturally cross the water!" Cultivation! Cultivation! We are just a bunch of mortal fairies! To put it simply, this is what a group of cultivators do to show off among the martial arts warriors.