Beggar's Knife

In the cold wind, a little beggar wearing a ragged straw coat, with firm eyes and staggering steps, walked step by step towards the top of the practice, overlooking the heroes of the world. Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. Full text IQ online, no system, no harem. Readers, please feel free to read!