Pastoral Life of Cultivators

A cultivator who has gone too far in his practice and has been kicked out of his master's school returns to the world of mortals, embraces a few acres of mountains and forests, brings along a few friends, embraces beautiful women, and is leisurely and comfortable. He is not a god, but he is better than a god. I indulge myself in the pleasure of the mountains and forests, drink from the clear springs, and live in a paradise. I hate having so many beauties by my side, how can I not let my spirits dwindle? Recalling yesterday, the stars were flowing gracefully, and the bright moon was held by a rope, as if it were a god. Who knows, the sky will change when I turn around, and no one can escape the disaster! How can a mortal go to the sky? It is better to go back, dance with a hoe to weed and weed, watch with a smile the yellow dogs roaming the fields, and grow old in the countryside. This is not a fairy, but it is worse than a fairy. When reading a book, read the whole thing and don't criticize others. To evaluate whether a book is reasonably written or not, and whether it is logical or not, you have to finish it. Everyone, please be patient and don't decide after reading a few chapters. Some illogical plots are used to set off the subsequent plots. QQ group: 64991730, 89300325 (new group) 80710064 (vip reader group, welcome to join)