An ordinary person in modern society brought Nie Feng's martial arts to the Central Plains of the golden world, vowing to become a free and easy outlaw in this land of constant disasters.
Poem title: Xue Hong steps on the moon and knocks on the sword ring, two people share the same burden of grudges. I didn't respond to the frost star to bury the bones of the hero, and cut the tragic wind into the jade mountains.
It would be nice if someone wrote it