The gourd, the gourd, seven flowers on a vine. It is not afraid of wind and rain. It is not afraid. Lalala. Wow, accompanied by a loud cry, the place where the Xiao clan master lived, the seven-color divine light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire valley. There seems to be something in the dazzling and gorgeous divine light, winding and circling, concave and concave, faintly, and a colorful gourd mountain. I have ridden the Emperor of Wilderness. I have guided the Butian Pavilion to sacrifice the spirits. I have created a complete collection of recipes for the mountain and sea classics. I have once compared to the little heavenly horn ant and won. I have once compared to the Golden Giant tribe. I have once beaten An Lan, hammered Yu Tuo, and urinated in the demon-refining pot. He turned his back to all living beings, fished alone for eternity, sat alone on the imperial coffin to suppress the unknown and the great horror under the abyss... Not to become an immortal, just to fish you back in the long river of time.