The wind and sand are blowing, and the rocks are rugged.
A man came from a distance, wearing a bamboo hat and a gauze covering his face.
He was eight feet tall, with an eight-treasure glazed gourd tied around his waist. He held a fly whisk three feet three feet in his hand, and had cow boots on his feet. He reached out and counted with his fingers.
"The dragon is in the east, trapped in the city."
As usual, write a PS in advance. Please read the PS. If you don't like it after reading it, please leave it in the upper right corner. Thanks.
PS: 1. The short story is inspired by the song "The Life and Death of Lao Ganma".
PS; 2. My cultural level is not high, and I don't really understand things that are too advanced, so I can only try my best to express them.
PS; 3. Everyone's understanding of lyrics is different. I can only write what I see from it, and it only represents an individual.
PS; 4. Most of the concepts in the short stories come from Baidu. In addition to the author's understanding, they may not be correct. If you want to know more professional things, please specialize in it yourself. If you have already specialized in it, then please smile mercilessly about the misunderstandings in the short stories. This is important.
PS; 5. The short story is fictional, the whole story is fictional, the place names, sects, techniques, and even ideas are all fictional and do not exist! If there are any similarities, please distinguish them from this article. This is fiction! This is very important!
PS; 6. This article has been authorized by the lyricist Nan Qi.
Basically the above points, then, happy reading, thank you for your support. Bow.
Finally, if inspired, and given the mandate, the series will continue.
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