Martial Arts: Drunk in the Jianghu

The sun was half setting, and the sky was filled with red clouds. At the foot of the green mountain, I saw an old man leading a thin horse. The sound of hooves is tapping, and the sound is faintly tired. There are faint lights and shadows, the sky is clear and the ground is dim, and the shadows of people and horses gradually disappear. It's midsummer now, and I'm here, wandering in confusion. I feel how boundless the world is and how short life is. Junior Tour. Junior Tour. Light smoke and sparse willows are crossing the boat. The mountains and rivers have seen countless merciless visitors, and the slanting light has made them all white-headed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.