Wind Moves Qingping

[Imaginary historical longevity + Taoist priests without system + folklore] My name is Gu Changsheng. If one day, you transcend time and wander among the human world, like a green leaf, drifting with the torrent of the times. You will no longer live for yourself. You witnessed the collapse of the prosperous age, faced the farewell of your loved ones, and saw countless heroes rising and falling in the long river. You have endless time, but you can no longer have a dusk of your own. And that light that you can't chase is something that you can't redeem in a thousand years - home. The wind rises at the end of Qingping. My name is Gu Changsheng, and this is my story.