There Is No Wind in the Robbery

Holding the black and white in hand, one has suffered calamities one after another. One sword has nothing to do with it, and one can follow the wind wherever one wants. There once was a demon whose life soul was not visible and whose control energy was nowhere to be found. It was said that he would recite the Buddha's name throughout his life, but he had thousands of swords in his heart. There is a phoenix in the sky, but I only think about the person close to my heart. I carry a sword and only speak and kill. Thousands of flowers bloom, leaving only white heads in the world. It seems that I have seen through it, and my delusions have increased, and I have returned to being invincible in the world. There is a river and lake. . . . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.