Records of Unruly Heroes

The dead man sighed and hid himself seven feet high. Come and go like a throw, drink a long speech, The world is in great turmoil, the wind and horses are howling wildly, This man is standing tall and truly left behind in the world. The brocade robe is long and broken, and the old dust is covered with dust. There are also lacquer bones and hanging vermilion ridges, The stars have left their hair, the drums are beating, The roaring sword kills the rain, and the mouth is dripping with water, Pull out the sky fiercely, rusty arrows pick at the liver and gallbladder, The general tried his hand to mend the cracks in the sky, With two sides like a hedgehog, why fear going in and out of death? To report to Sheji, You can donate all the rest of your life, This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.