When Qi Hu was young, he raised dust on the border, and the iron cavalry drove to Liuyin. The blood sacrifice of Heyin is on the altar, and the waves of Luo water sink and overwhelm the people of the tripod. A million enemy chieftains talked and laughed, and seven thousand black knights were angry with ghosts and gods. The hero's dream in the Mingguang Palace is just a spring in Mangshan.
