The unconventional person who walks in the world [Shadow Puppet]
The most skilled lantern dancer in the capital died, leaving no successor for his skills, and his exquisite paper figures also disappeared.
The storyteller put down the chopping board, shook his head and sighed, saying only regret.
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Living people have greed, anger and ignorance, and so do dead souls.
A pair of black eyes opened in the firelight. He Mingjiu carried his master's last thoughts, put his shadow puppet box on his back, and embarked on a road to nowhere.
The world is nothing but the common people on paper, and the world of life is nothing but life and death.
He heard that love is the most hurtful word in the world, and he was indifferent when he saw extreme happiness and long sorrows.
He Mingjiu didn't understand why the master was so obsessed with this.
"My heart is so pure that it is difficult for me to enter the world."
Jiang Bifeng is a shady sword, and no one in the world has his name.
The sword was too heavy and the soul was too heavy, making him breathless.
He is trapped in a nightmare and just wants to escape. The black shadow behind him reminded him all the time that he couldn't escape.
He drank heavily at the moon.
"My heart is lonely and turbid, and I can't escape the worldly world."
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When we meet by chance and see the snow in the desert together, the red ribbons are burned out, the swords and swords are burning to death, and the blood is hard to calm down, we can sing and cry.
[You are the story itself, you are the persistent person.
You are where the mountains stop and the rivers travel, and my heart comes out of the dust.
Intention: Mutual salvation between those who are not involved in the world and those who want to live in the world.
