Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,During this time, two fish curiously cruised around him, and even a crab tried to flip him over.。