The Sword Does Not Ring

Wherever there are people, there are grievances and grievances. Where there are grievances and grievances, there are rivers and lakes. People are rivers and lakes. On a dimly lit night, when he is in love. Looking back, I saw that it was too late for the stranger. The rivers and lakes are incomparable, grudges, love and hatred, swords, passion, loyalty, wonderful places are always wonderful, and what would it be like for a scholar in this remote mountain village to hold a sword? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.