Immortal Immortal on the Immortal Mountain

He sat in the desolate west building, fishing alone in the cold river, holding apricot blossoms and misty rain, and drunkenly rowing in a boat. With the flick of his hand, the sleeves of his robe were made of infinite blue, and when he opened his mouth, a little colorful cloud appeared. Riding a thousand-year-old crane, lying high in the nine heavens, enjoying endless freedom. He saw that people in this world only lived on a small land in the corner of the black mist, and that there was endless life and supernatural beings in the endless land in the dark mist. ... Now that I have learned the method of immortality, I am not willing to teach it to the world lightly. Liu Haichan wanted to pass on the immortality method to the world all his life, but no one lived forever except him.