The Qingyang Conference, the righteous path of martial arts, fell apart.
Up to now, the green sun has passed and the red sun has exhausted; now the three white suns have come, and evil calamities have descended.
The imperial court in the Central Plains was mediocre, indulged in pleasure and decadent. Meat eaters are despicable, who can remonstrate with them?
Who am I, who am I? The young man Lingyuan embarks on a journey of confusion, but he does not know that "if he goes to this spiritual abyss, he will leave the other dry garden."
In the land of iron and steel in the north, murderous intent emerges from thousands of tall buildings and ships; when there is no distinction between good and evil, and the path of evil is difficult to distinguish, who will hold the sword to defend each other?
At the end of the day, the old woman was sitting in the court hall, and said in a low and earnest voice: "How many people know that Lingshan has died, and all the religions have been reunited? Children should get on the boat as soon as possible, intending to guard Lingshan and return to the west!"
