I doubt your car, but I have no evidence.
This sword kills both demons and immortals. From then on, Xiao Lang became a passerby. The first sword was: to cut off love.
The cool breeze blows from the water pavilion, the sleeves are full of lovesickness and the clothes are full of flowers. The second sword is to burn the lantern.
Under the yellow crane, leaning against the green pine, the flying clouds and flowing sleeves point to the solitary sail far away, the third sword: the green sleeves spread.
The red rose in the palm, the begonia between the fingers, the glass of wine confuses the emotions, the fourth sword: confusion.
The lonely shadow shines in the sky, raising a cup for a dream, the fifth sword: frost.
Peach blossom face, covered by apricot blossoms, plum blossoms smiling and fragrant, the sixth sword: dancing with the wrong flowers.
