Lingshan Mountain is very mountainous. From the foot of the mountain, there is no place to stay, and there are thousands of peaks in front of you, but you don't know their names.
It is cloudy in Lingshan Mountain. Looking from the top of the mountain, clouds and mist sweep across the entire gray sky.
There is a lot of water in Lingshan Mountain. From the moment you stop in the mountain, you can hear the sound of gurgling water and never follow it.
There are many trees in the mausoleum mountain. If you walk through the forest, you will not know your way back without guidance.
There were loud shouts of death coming from the mountains, and the forest covered by the shadows of trees was full of man-eating evil spirits, making it impossible to see the sky or the future.
The sound weakened and did not frighten any flying birds. They stood on the treetops and watched the endless carnage below.
The man in the iron gray shirt stood on the edge of the cliff. There was still blood on his face, and the pain in his dry mouth was like tearing, but it did not overwhelm the magnificence and excitement of conquering the mountains and rivers.
The man turned back and grinned at his eight companions. It was actually uglier than crying. He felt as if his heart was being pulled. Excitement, excitement, reverie, all the emotions rushed into his heart after the victory.
Zhang Qishan regained his expressionless expression and went down the mountain with his comrades.
The years of peace always pass by like water. Since the change of dynasties, spring has passed and winter has passed, and it has been a whole spring and autumn for forty years.
This year the new emperor ascended the throne.
This year, our story begins.
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