These people are just pawns in troubled times.
Some are nameless, some are carefree, drinking wine all their lives, without desires or pursuits.
Pity the world, the sacred fire illuminated the dusk of Tiance's day.
Has the senior brother not returned to the valley yet? Has the snow on Chunyang Peak not yet melted?
The master was still banging the wooden fish, waiting for the dance by the Slender West Lake to return to the swaying snow.
There was only one person sitting in front of Tianze Tower, with a spear guarding him for half his life.
The Tang Sect's organization is ready. If I have time in the coming year, I will go to Wudu to find you and accompany you for life and eternity.
He is still carrying a jug of wine and playing with the birds in the bamboo forest of Junshan. He is still carrying a machete and looking at the boundless yellow sand of the desert.
How can one keep one's mind as if nothing exists when one is in the world of martial arts?
But it is really sad and sighing.