Jianghu Chess Dream Enters the Magical Machine

Duan Chen often thinks of the cold wind in Jincheng, I think of the generous people in Mobei who eat meat and drink wine. Thinking of the sheepskin rafts wandering on the Yellow River, Thinking of the knife that Mr. Xu blocked, Blood flowed from the back, He knew that it was the northwest and that it was the martial arts atmosphere unique to Jincheng. Dao Qingluo is a child blessed by Cangshan and Erhai. I have heard it waved by the Erhai Lake since I was a child. The whistling sound of Cangshan snow cutting through the air, It's the sound of heartbeat after being fucked, It's the waves rising from the Erhai Lake, Take away the fatigue of the day. Dao Qingluo's eyes often The setting sun sparkles in Erhai Lake, The night light is scattered in Erhai Lake, swaying with the waves.