A light flute tune sweeps the sky,
How can you come into my eyes?
Why do you need two ounces of wine to slay a dragon?
Just rely on the three-foot sword of gale.
The sword cuts through steel, stepping forward,
The long wind has passed without lingering.
The scarlet moon is at your fingertips,
The weathered barrier sword sleeps with it,
The long sword passed by without hesitation.
The strong wind rises and the wind blows,
Singing in the wind is drunk and speechless.
In order to make the clouds spread all over the sky,
The wind crosses the figure and the sword crosses the sky.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
