Sword Heng Jianghu Fengyunlu

Standing in the world, why do you have a proud and solitary reputation? How can you cover the world with your talents? Why do you fly to all directions? The heart is full of melancholy, the roots of love are buried deep, the eyes are desolate, and the body is full of love debt. Love is like fluffy fluff, and sorrow is like a deep sea. Is it right or not? There are three thousand avenues, why don't you give them to me alone? Three thousand weak waters, why don't you drink a gourd? When the spring is gone, I'm afraid the fragrance will stop. With the empty wind, the gods wander proudly, holding on to the blue clouds, sighing at the misty gods. The sword rises in the storm, sighing that I have been invincible for half my life, and I feel so aloof. I ask the heroes in the world, who dares to claim to be superior, and even try to fight for life and death, the world will discuss the truth! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.