On the peak of Cloud Cliff, Chen Xu's wide sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Within his sleeves was a small mouse, and on his shoulder perched Wei Yuan.
Though he was heading to Pingyang Prefecture to take an examination, the worldly pursuits of fame and fortune seemed incredibly distant to him at this moment.
Everything from Xiaopo Village drifted away, and even the grudges with the monkey demons in the mountains seemed insignificant.
The moonlight washed away all the dust of the mortal world, its silvery brilliance lightly draped over the earth, resembling an ink painting, imbued with poetic elegance.
Chen Xu couldn't help but laugh aloud, his steps as swift as the wind, and in a moment he was descending the mountain along the path beside the dense forest on the eastern side.
"To sing while drinking wine, how short life is."
"In a hundred years, there are thirty-six thousand days, each day should see three hundred cups drunk..."
