In the vast mist, the young man in red raised his scimitar to the sky, full of high spirits. Deep in the temple, the young scholar was imprisoned and his reputation was ruined. The hidden dragon is about to fly, but it is trapped in the mire, and only hears the cry of blood in the deep palace for a long time. The Luan bird is circling, and it is difficult to look back after traveling thousands of miles away. Only the cardamom leaves on the branches are left to look back at home in spring. After ten years on the battlefield, I wished I could return home wrapped in horse leather, but things went against my wish. In the end, like Li Ling, the Huns buried his bones without anyone asking. For hundreds of years, the autumn wind has turned into rain and turned into dust. I only hope that the six paths of reincarnation will bring retribution and cause and effect, and the injustice will be revealed and the souls of heroes will be sacrificed. Born as a human being, although the soul is destroyed, the faith is immortal. I don't care about his reputation before and after his death, I just want to have a clear conscience!
Purpose: Don't mess with the nouveau riche who are halfway rich.