Holding a bamboo stick and hanging a gourd at the waist, drinking the dew in the morning and flying into the sky at night. Walking through thousands of mountains, people are not old, and this body is not in the five elements. (PS: This book may be a bit slow, suitable for quiet and boring time to read. I hope to write a book Modern, but still true, novels of cultivating Taoism. The first volume above is mainly about some descriptions of the life and cultivation of the protagonist. The highlights start in the second volume.)