Qinglan Ji

Green for thousands of years, the mountains and rivers are brewing; the spirit is flying, and the articles are in the cup. On the banks of the Chishui River, Lu Qingchen, the young master of Qinglanfang, was born with a "sweet heart", but was regarded as mediocre because he could not awaken his spiritual roots. The world only knows that the sword can cut through the stars and the elixir can reverse the universe, but they don't know that the oldest power in this world is hidden in a pot of turbid wine. A song "Qinglan Yin" connects the vicissitudes of the ages. What he brews is not wine, but Tao, fate, and the eternal soul of Chinese civilization. The whispers of gods are hidden under the masks of Nuo opera, and the relics of our ancestors sleep in the Wumeng Mountains. When he holds the wine pot and walks in the world, the so-called geniuses, goddesses, and immortal demon lords all want to drink in my wine, taste the world of mortals, and discuss gains and losses. This is a solitary road to enter the Tao through wine, and it is also a journey to regain the scattered civilization and regain the spirit. On the day when Wanjiu returns to his clan, he will realize that what he sees in the cup is the whole of China.