On the official road outside the hang Zhou Prefecture, a donkey slowly walked out.
This donkey's fur was green and shiny, and its eyes were bright. It looked even more spirited than an ordinary tall horse.
On the back of the donkey, there was a little Daoist priest in a blue and white Daoist robe.
He looked like a teenager, or perhaps even older, and his baby face was hard to distinguish. His face was fair and clean, his Phoenix eyes were long and narrow, and he had a slightly casual bearing. Her hair was tied up in a Daoist bun, and she was napping while leaning on the back of the donkey.
On both sides of the road was a green grassland with a long wind blowing past. In the distance was a continuous Green Mountain. Together with the little Daoist riding the donkey, it was a rather freehand painting.
However, the rapid clatter of horse hooves broke this relaxed atmosphere.
