Qingyan Clan

Qingwu Mountain is deep and Huanxi River is cold. Shen Yan died on the repair table late at night, and when he opened his eyes again, he became a broken stone inkstone buried at the bottom of the stream. He has seen landslides, seen beast tides, and seen immortals wielding swords passing over high mountain tops. Until a little hand stained with mud picked him up and brought him into the Zhou family courtyard where the smoke was curling up. In the years that followed, he used the inkstone as his body and the earth's veins as his energy, watching this mountain folk medicine family move from the mud-tiled house to the blue-tiled courtyard, and from the mortal world to the path of immortality. A mountain inkstone, a medicinal fragrance, a family's thousand-year path to immortality