Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

In the small lake of winter, there are no lotuses, but there are lotus leaves.


Patches of withered yellow leaves float on the icy lake water, lifeless to the eye, yet one can imagine the splendid sight next summer when the sky-touching lotus leaves will be endlessly green.


A few waterfowl rest on those withered leaves, pausing briefly before they prepare for their next hunt.


Along the lakeshore grow many reeds, and when the cold wind blows, white reed flowers dance with the wind, falling onto the withered lotus leaves or the icy lake surface mixed with broken ice.


Shu Guan arrived at this small lakeside around three in the afternoon.


The winter afternoon sun sprinkled over the drifting reed flowers and lotus leaves, while waterfowl flew in the sunlight, and a few young people, looking like students, set up easels and sketched.


Shu Guan thought the scenery of the small lake in winter was extremely beautiful.


Chapter 83 The Still-Living Old Farmer (Two Updates Today)