Emperor Xuanyang

Plain clothes and ink robes, guests from heaven and earth, misty and immortals in the world of mortals Never fall into the blue sky, soar in the clouds and climb to the top of the mountain silently The wind and clouds rise with the flick of the sleeves, the sun and the moon turn upside down between yin and yang Who controls the ups and downs of the world? I am the only one who worships Xuanyang Tian (No system, no Madonna, decisive love and hate) Welcome book fans to join the QQ group (1082498652) vip q（1072977602）