A Confucian scholar holding a Taiqing divine fan once drove away the King of Hell with the sound of a zither, and once came from the west with a sword that was unparalleled. It once fanned and danced with grace to create wooden sun. Once, my hair turned white overnight and my destiny changed. I once shed tears of blood and asked the sky.
How about the vast world of mortals, the waves of the world, and the sad autumn leaves.
The world is clear and turbulent, lying idle at the end of the Qing Dynasty, talking about heroes in thunderous storms.