Live up to the World

On Gutao Mountain, fifty thousand loyal soldiers shed their blood. At the head of the Guangling River, a man wearing a green shirt stands with a sword in hand. More than thirty years have been like a night. Some people have been lamenting all night and waiting day and night, just to clear up the injustice and clear the innocent souls of the fifty thousand wronged souls. The Chu-Xia battlefield is like a ghost cave. There are people in green shirts with swords and horses galloping, just for the survival of their family and country, and to save the violent tide that will collapse the building. Buried with broken leaves, Wudang died, Guangling tide, Nanman month. At the end, the young man looked at the 300,000 snow-white tombstone of Na Xichu and murmured softly. "Qin Mo has suffered a lot in his life, but he can only live up to the world and Western Chu!"