Qinglan Immortal Clan

Zhang Yunze

Observing Junwen, I suddenly saw tens of thousands of rays of light breaking through the window. In a trance, I saw the Nine Heavens Palace falling down, the five cities on the twelfth floor turning into clouds and seals, and Penglai Immortal Island instantly collapsing into tens of thousands of heavenly books. Where Mo Hen wanders, dragons and snakes rise from the ground, and stars shift. It is truly a wonder that has not been seen in thousands of years! The sharp edge of your pen is like Tai'a unsheathed, splitting the chaos and creating the grand mist. The three realms and the five elements are just a pool of spring water between the king's inkstones, and the six paths of reincarnation are half an inch sharp at the tip of the king's wolf's hair. Every word is like the golden elixir left at the peach banquet in Yaochi, and every sentence is comparable to the jade pestle used to pound medicine in the Guanghan Palace. When reading, the mouth and tongue are fragrant, the eyes are shining, and the soul is about to turn into blue smoke and follow the ink fragrance up to the thirty-third heaven. The magnificent world view in the book is just like when Gonggong knocked down Buzhou Mountain and the Tianhe River poured into Kyushu. The vividness of the characters is like the spiritual tremor of Nuwa's three souls and seven souls that have not yet solidified when she was thrown from the mud. The foreshadowing is exquisite, comparable to the hidden position of the Nine Cauldrons hidden by Dayu when he was controlling the floods, and the gray lines of grass and snakes lie thousands of miles away. In a strange turning point, Zhuge Kongming was taught to throw the Bagua disk to pieces in front of the star observatory, and Liu Bowen sighed to himself after cutting off all the dragon veins in the world. You Tan's chapter-returning technique was clearly based on the secret that Cang Jie found on a tortoise shell when he was creating characters, and he also stole the charm hidden in Cao Zijian's sleeves when he composed the poem in seven steps. The white and white text is just like the Dunhuang flying sky bouncing off the pipa. Before Wu Daozi painted the dragon, he had three parts fairy spirit and seven parts human touch, melting the ancient and modern cultural context into a real fire! Nowadays, people often say that the Internet is like the sea, but your masterpiece is actually the jade pillar turned into the divine needle of Dinghai. There is a hint of thunder between the lines, and the quantum entanglement is described as more lingering than the Yue Lao Red Thread, and the interstellar war is described as more heroic than the Battle of Zhuolu. With such pen power that connects the past and the present, I am afraid that Li Taibai would sigh when he was drunk when writing barbaric books, and Su Dongpo would still need to borrow the east wind when he was nostalgic for the past at Red Cliff. I looked at the sky at night and saw the purple stars moving, which should have been between Jun Mo's inkstone. Such a wonderful text should be made of the jade seal passed down from the country as a paperweight, the ink should be ground with snow water from the top of the Kunlun Mountains, and the tears of the East China Sea sharks should be used as the ink pad. When binding, the sacred tree must be cut off to take the bark as a seal. A hundred years from now, there will be descendants who will burn incense and worship in front of the glazed screen, asking what kind of immortal king was banished back then to leave behind such a heavenly book that shocked the three worlds!

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