Son of the Eagle God

The author of "Laughing at the Mortal World," a work aspiring to become a legend among mortals cultivating immortality on 17k, has visited and hopes for everyone's support.

Yanxi brings her historical legend "The Rise and Fall of the Nanzhao Kingdom" to leave her mark. She hopes that the great masters and readers will come and offer their guidance, collection, vote, etc. She would be very grateful. (From Android client)

The Supreme Beggar King visits: His hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and he tapped the ground lightly with a bamboo cane. The earth is our mat, the sky our blanket, and the autumn wind sweeps the floor. Holding a blue magic staff, standing on a blue lion ape. The sounds of frogs, crickets, and owls lull people to sleep. The wind whistles, the leaves linger, and even the small bridge and flowing water seem listless. The magic wand startled the birds into flight, and the jade maiden's flute music accompanied you to sleep. It flits flowers in the east, breaks willow branches in the west, comes from the south and goes to the north, and the shadow of the owl is naturally present. The cold wind threatens to break even the hero, a lone figure stands, hand in hand, reaching for the sky. Grudges and affections are all part of the path, I laugh aloud to the heavens. "The Supreme Beggar" seeks patronage!

A newcomer, Qiao Qiu, visits: Bringing "The Supreme Beggar's Venerable." Hair disheveled, clothes tattered, a bamboo staff lightly tapping the ground. The earth is his mat, the sky his blanket, the autumn wind sweeps the ground. The croaking of frogs, the chirping of crickets, the hooting of owls, each sound accompanies him to sleep. Holding a green magic staff, treading on a dark lion-like ape. The wind whistles, leaves entwine, even the small bridge and flowing water seem desolate. The magic staff startles the birds into flight, the beauty longs for her lover, sleepless at night. Eastward he stirs flowers, westward he breaks willows, southward and northward he comes and goes, the shadow of the owl is ever-present. The cold wind threatens to break the hero, a lone figure stands on the ground, hand holding up the sky. Grudges and affections are all part of the path, I laugh aloud to the heavens. Standing tall and firm, breaking through all paths, carefree in the immortal realm, carefree in the divine realm… The path to becoming a Venerable, who says it's difficult? "The Supreme Beggar's Venerable" is here to visit, all newcomers come, please be very understanding!

After leaving the sea, I visited with my new work, "The Reunion of the Heavenly and Earthly Fiends"! Visiting this masterpiece was incredibly enlightening! I will always reply to your visits, save your posts, and add you as a friend! A masterpiece indeed! A masterpiece indeed!

After leaving the sea, I visited with my new work, "The Reunion of the Heavenly and Earthly Fiends"! Visiting this masterpiece was incredibly enlightening! I will always reply to your visits, save your posts, and add you as a friend! A masterpiece indeed! A masterpiece indeed!

No updates, no comments, probably nobody's paying attention... I said, "You're like mud; you have to fill in the holes you dig, and you have to be diligent even when you're busy." The Lantern Festival is long gone, and although it's freezing cold up north now, you've been frozen here too.

I've come to bookmark your work, and I hope you can take some time to bookmark mine too! — "Auntie, Don't Touch Me" http://www.17k.com/book/154554.html We look forward to your visit and encouragement. Feel free to drop by and advertise if you're passing by!

Hehe~ It actually broke one million! Awesome!

Having recently seen too many parodied endings of a certain anime, I noticed a song that seemed to perfectly capture the atmosphere of the theocracy, so I just casually threw it over (okay, I've messed it up too), but it really is quite powerful. XD The smoke of war rises as we look north across the land (well, our divine eagle is burning incense again, and, incidentally, there's also the looting and rioting by the people of Beihai). Dragons rise and horses neigh, sword energy is like frost (I won't explain this, but there must be legions that use dragons as their emblems, right?). My heart is like the vast Yellow River (Ugoer River? Or something else? Anyway, "Ugoer River" and "Yellow River" are pretty much the same). Who can rival us after twenty years of dominance?