In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, under the plum blossom tree, the sleeping child suddenly woke up, and a dream lasted a lifetime.
Outside the mundane world, on the top of Mengxu, four young men were practicing martial arts and discussing Taoism, causing clouds to move in all directions.
How long can brotherhood and brotherhood last?
Riding bamboo horses together, kindness and kindness are endless, so what?
It is difficult to talk about the success or failure of a hero when he laughs about the rising of the war, but looks at the passing of the war indifferently.
Throughout this life, have I ever blocked your way?
Do you know that my path is to find you?
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Attached is a map of the final prayer situation:
Friendly works: