Liaozhai Cultivation of Immortality

The descendants of the dragon should use the dragon's spine as their bones and their integrity as their souls to break through the haze of hundreds of years and let the glorious dragon's power shine in the world again! The saint used the dragon's spine to prop up the integrity of the nation. Under the iron hoof oppression of the Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years, this integrity was crushed to pieces. But who still remembers? The people of Tang Dynasty are the descendants of the dragon! Since ancient times, they have stood tall among the nations of the world with their iron bones and noble integrity. Once upon a time, their ancestors rode dragons and galloped down the barbarians from all directions; once upon a time, their pen and ink were swaying, writing about the glorious and prosperous times; once upon a time, their backbones were straight, supporting a bright world! How can a descendant of the dragon be without a spine? How can the dragon's backbone be bent? The dragon's spine is not broken, it is just sleeping. The spirit is not extinguished, it is just dormant. There is poetry to prove it: Quest for the Dragon Hundreds of years of dust and sand swept through the golden war, and the iron cavalry trampled the old city walls to pieces. The shackles can lock the weak flesh and blood, but they cannot lock the stubborn stars in the chest. You say that the people of Tang Dynasty have bent their backs on their knees, and you can see the wildfire burning and extinguishing in the dark. The totem of a dragon is engraved on the remaining stele, and unyielding integrity flows in the blood. It's not that he doesn't moan, it's that the blood in his throat is not cold, it's that he doesn't bow his head, it's that the fire in his heart is not exhausted. When the frost crushes the last strong grass, there are always young people who dare to crack the sky. Look at the hoe splitting the shackles, and the sickle cutting through the night. The dragon's spine is never naturally straight, it is held up by millions of bones and blood. The immortal soul of the Tang Dynasty is the spark that starts a prairie fire; the dragon's spine is straight and is the pillar holding up the sky. Wait until the wind rises and blows across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Then look at our generation, the sun and the moon, reorganizing the universe!