The first time I met Feng Ge was in Yanqiu Ridge. A man with excellent Qinggong fell from the sky arrogantly and proudly. The tip of his toes gently tapped the top of the tree, holding a white oil-paper umbrella with a few light strokes of ink. Dressed in red, even his unruly look looked so independent. At that time, Yan Cuo secretly thought about how this man seemed like a god.
Thinking that if we meet on the street, we must find a way to get acquainted;
If we meet in a remote mountain, we must find a way to get acquainted;
If you meet someone else, you must find a way to get acquainted with them.
However, they chose the right place, but failed to calculate the time well, and they happened to meet at this moment when they were enemies. This mistake lasted ten years.