Records of Strange News from Yankong

The floating world hides strange clouds, and the wind carries the setting sun.   The mysterious black mist, the secluded capital of the world of the dead, the strange painted lake, the deserted Luocheng City, the setting sun in Yeling Plains, the slaying of demons in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, and the dynastic disputes in the Zongmen Academy. A matter of life and death, whether they can break through all the fog and find the conspiracy behind it. At midnight, someone whispered in my ear again.   Wearing a long waist and waving the broken sleeves, I fell into a drunken dream and broke through the mountains and rivers. Ji Yanqing: "With music and wine, life is a blessing." Mu Qizang: "Brother Ji, your request is too easy." Ji Yanqing: "You can't say that. Having Mr. Mu play the piano is the most rare thing."   The ghost leads the dream away, and the remaining soul walks alone. Xu Fuwan: "I can't give up yet..." Lingfu: "Even if you die, I will bring you back!"   When you are drunk alone, whoever holds the sword will be romantic. Xiao Mengyi: "Look at the setting sun. Does it look like the beautiful sunset at Qingzhu Peak when the five of us were drunk together?" "I really miss the old days."   The hilarious joys and tragedies continue to be staged in Yankong.