In the vast world, there are thousands of races. There is a Buddha who is worshiped by hundreds of millions of believers, a heavenly emperor who overlooks the world, a Taoist who is detached from the world, an immortal who travels in the world of mortals, a queen who builds reincarnation, the Dragon Ancestor rules over thousands of monsters, and visitors from outside the region who covet the world...
The message of congratulations when I was a boy was when I was dressed in bright clothes and angry with my horse. I was extremely talented, dressed in white clothes and was peerless, making me invincible in the world.
Breaking mountains and rivers with one punch, falling stars with one roar.
One sword cuts through the chaos, one halberd suppresses the world.
"In the end, Ruoshui will replace the sea, and there will be no more lovesickness to send to Wushan." The woman in red stared blankly at the congratulatory face and murmured softly.
In middle age, worries come to mind.
The white clothes are gone, and the domineering power is gone.
The long alleys of the market are filled with fireworks.
Gray clothes and cloth shoes, intoxicated in the world.
"On the cold lantern paper, the pear blossoms are cool in the rain..." He said with slightly white temples, standing under a bouquet of peach blossoms with a smile on his face, hands behind his back, the breeze blew the simple cloth, and he seemed to see the red dress in a trance.
"The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
