Xuanming Cultivation Record

Amidst the white clouds of Xuanming, all the prosperity has disappeared. A few records of the past ten thousand years, a green shadow sword, a yellow scroll, drinking alone a thousand red dreams of the true immortal. At that time, the young people met each other at the beginning of the year and danced together under the full moon. How can the time linger like water? The day is full of souls, the nights are sleepless, the flowers are blooming and tea leaves are thought of for thousands of years.