Spring Breeze Crosses the Wilderness

About the years when I was "Voldemort" in the ancient times. Thank you for the invitation. I was in the wild and have just transformed. My monk master always used a "heavenly book" to teach me strange knowledge - he hit me on the head with an apple and said it was gravity. But what was in the book was class notes yesterday, so why is it a love diary today? ? ? Later, I had teammates: an aloof dragon, a ball of violent fire, and a gold with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Our core mission: to raise a naive and heartless earth monkey. We thought this would be a long and warm farming day. Until... The sky fell. "Wild fires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again." I'm waiting for spring. [Anti-routine ancient epic] [Slow-heat healing group portrait daily life] [From being raised to raising monkeys to mending the sky]