Sweeping Across Hundreds of Thousands of Worlds

The book is hidden in the middle of the mountain, and the rivers and lakes are ups and downs at night. The silent place shocked the master in the sky, and the sea and the sky were bound to love and hate. I worry about the amount of rice wine and side dishes, and I will never forget the past like a butterfly dancing. The silk calligraphy and painting fan used to be crazy, and the feathers and feathers were free and unfettered. He is a scholar, he is a poet, he is a knight, he is a drunkard, he is a madman, he is a Buddha... Who is he? He looked at people, and people looked at him like a theatergoer. Who is in the game? He has traveled through many different places, he laughs at the three worlds no more than holding them in his hands, he sings heartily in the desolate and ashes of the world; He is Zhong Yuheng! An orphan from the Southern Dynasty royal family, King Zhao Wen raised 3,000 royal guards but failed to capture him; A wanderer from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, worked as a waiter for two years, specializing in serving food and wine; The cold-faced killer who is famous outside the country steals colorless colored hairpins just for a childish smile; The long road is like a mortal; the endless journey is like a peerless strong man; he likes to recite poetry, paint and play chess, is addicted to alcohol and sex, and is obsessed with swords. He is not narcissistic at all, and his mouth... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.