I Just Want to Be a Happy Fairy

Here, the skills they practice are just nourishment for those who create the skills to repair their authority. They can take them as they please. Even if the person in power dies, the skills will dissipate. Authority is unique. When the holder of authority falls, new authority is born. Only by holding authority and mastering authority can we gain a foothold in this cruel world. Live on, Song Yan, for those who cannot reach the future. … "The white jade capital in the sky, the fifth floor of the twelve cities." "The Immortal supports me on my head, and I can live forever by tying my hair..." In a lonely small town, in a deep alley, there is a small house full of people reciting loudly. There are few people, it is very simple, it can even be said to be a very simple hut, but it is the only private school in the city. In the room, near the window, was a boy of about ten years old, wearing a simple white coat that looked like a scholar. The young man held his head that was about to collapse and barely squeezed out the words on the bamboo slips from his mouth. "Song Yan... Song Yan?" The breeze blows through the young man's hair, wrapped in the fragrance of mud, carrying swallows and willows, and all the spirits are blooming in the clouds. The sound outside the window was very harsh.