Destroy? the Spiritual Warriors Are All Arrayed in Front!

I am connected to you, and I remember you to be yours. The worst thing is that the world can't keep it, and Zhu Yan's words are like those in the mirror. When I wake up, I just want to smile at the flowers; when I'm drunk, I just want to sleep toward the flowers. Life is like a fleeting moment, just suddenly. The face in the splash-ink landscape is blurry and hazy, like the fairy in the painting looking across the bridge at the other shore, misty and indistinct, but just a wisp of blue smoke from the ages. By that time, the pen and ink will be stained with dust, the beacon fire outside the window will still be there, the good men will fight on the battlefield, and the thousands of troops will be defeated and the momentum will subdue the galaxy. The beloved's heart has been decided, and the three-foot green blade will not return. Consolidating mountains and rivers, becoming an emperor will eventually end in chaos. The painting is painted with rouge and beauty, the spring breeze has ruined the peonies in vain, and the brushstrokes are thicker and lighter. A koan that has been sealed for thousands of years. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.