Dead Body

Shu Ziqing, who successfully traveled through time, was very sad. He could not be as high-spirited and punch the sky as other time travellers. There were two reasons. First, he traveled through time and space into the body of an Immortal Emperor. His strength had reached its peak and he no longer needed to work hard. Second, however, this body is exhausted, and it seems to take hundreds or thousands of years to activate. However, there was also luck in misfortune. He didn't know why, but he became a baby again. Just when he thought he was about to become the silly son of a landlord and would have to live a life of food and clothing, he seemed to see something he shouldn't have seen. A fairy with her breasts open, a beauty hanging on a man, a child with two heads... The villagers in the mountains are laughing, it is better to be an immortal in the mortal world I don't envy the thick moss on the golden steps, and I'm too lazy to ask who built the jade palace. A pot of mountain spring is better than a dew, and half a basket of wild fruits is a delicacy. Emperors and generals will die in the loess, and their merits and demerits will decay in the wind. The Qinhuang Canal is still there today. How many imperial ships can it carry? Emperor Yang's dragon boat sank to the bottom of the sand, and the spare fishing fire illuminated the night. Wang Xie's swallow nest had long been overturned, and the Summer Palace's painted boat was also in disgrace. How can I be like a boat sailing away with the waves, leaving the rivers and seas for the rest of my life without any hope? Drunk eyes don't care about prosperity and death, lying down listening to the pines and waves in the thousands of valleys. Let's see the green hills never grow old. The white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. One thought was about the joy of mayflies in the mountains and wild fields, one thought was about riding high horses in the court, one thought was about the dream of recreation in the world, one thought was about the journey of knights and knights in the world, one thought was about the pain of starving in the loess, and one thought was about the crazy man who eats food. Life goes with dreams, souls return with thoughts. How do mortals know whether immortals are good or not? The dead body rots in the mortal world, and the soul is offered incense. The fairy mountain has no owner, but idiots create golden features. Becoming an immortal is based on ordinary desires, but greed and ignorance only make people laugh.