
Mingyue Lengjianxin
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Perhaps he should have spent his whole life wandering around the Red Mansion, and he would have had nothing to worry about as a swinger. Maybe he is not a world-class hero, and he doesn't want to worry about the world first. Is it a chance encounter from heaven or an unexpected disaster? The rivers and lakes that I once longed for, or the nightmares that I have been having, are endless. Whose eyes are as sparkling as sparks in the light of swords? What if he laughs over wine and talks about being the best in the world? Just by that small heart, his chivalrous bones are simmering, he is happy with his grudges, he rides on his horse and sings wildly, he laughs at the rolling dust of the world, and he tastes all the joys and sorrows. The wind, frost, blood and rain failed to wash away the stubbornness in his body. When he returned, he was still the same swinger. There is only one figure left behind in this world of mortals. Between heaven and earth, there is only one man dressed in white. He sings loudly: "The sad and mad man laughs at the hidden knife, and the desperate beauty weeps at the red gauze. How can the world be worthy of the Buddha's words, just change the autumn wind into palace robes." He laughed and left without asking about the date of his return.
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