Qingyun City in the End of the World

The first volume of "Away from the World" "The Wandering East Mountain" For a hundred years, all living beings in the rivers and lakes The building will collapse. The rooster crows, the wind and rain blow, and all the palaces and palaces are turned into dust. The great era is turbulent, but the little people are living in turmoil. Love, hate, grudges are always empty Three hundred and sixty-five lines, going round and round, all enjoying a few scenes in the human world Those who seek longevity will not gain longevity, and those who seek peace of mind will not gain peace of mind. Those who seek fame and fame will burn their bodies and names, while those who seek gold and silver will stay in a poor house. Seeking a good match will lead to a mistake in marriage, and the cold-hearted guest will end up in a life-or-death situation. There are eight kinds of suffering in the world, and people have all kinds of difficulties. This is basically the case for all living beings in the world. Along the way, she met many things and many people. The world is huge and the rivers and lakes are far away. Maybe once they are separated, they will never see each other again in this life. Maybe they are separated by yin and yang when they meet again. Even if they meet again, even if they live together, they may already be strangers. Fortunately, she has someone who is always with her. At the beginning of the journey, she traveled alone to the end of the world; when they reunited in Zhaojing, she and Qianqiu walked hand in hand; at the head of the Xunyang River, old friends also joined this small team If I could keep traveling like this... But how can there be peace in the face of great changes? Dayu's nine tripods were lost, miasma spread everywhere, and evil spirits caused chaos. In order to find Yu the Nine Cauldrons, Geng Wu embarked on a journey across the rivers and lakes. More than twenty years later, she returns to the starting point of the story Yu Ding Yu Ding visits Yu Ding who has been seeking for many years The way of heaven, the way of heaven, the way of heaven that is never allowed The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar every year The infinite treasure of this Creator And my son and I are in the same place