A Cold Knife

Everything is unsatisfactory, and I will drink in the rivers and lakes for a while. There is an immortal on Beiwang Mountain who can travel three thousand miles with one breath and defeat a million soldiers with one sword. On the bank of the East China Sea, there are evil dragons roiling, trying to break through the gate of heaven. In the beautiful southern border, someone drives spiritual insects to nourish themselves with poison, and everything comes and goes at the touch of a touch. In the market, there was a lame old beggar with a blue dragon in his bowl. The rivers and lakes are so vast that they cannot be explored in a lifetime. This world is very small, only among the storyteller Xingmu. The young man picked up the knife and walked out of the thatched cottage, and in a blink of an eye he was in the world.