The moon breaks over the flat lake and waves rise, holding the sword to the end of the world, servants in the dust;
The whip is raised, the red tassel is danced, the horse is riding in the rivers and lakes with a pot of turbid wine.
The teahouse was buzzing with people, the storyteller lightly closed his folding fan, and the fan bone hit the table.
As soon as the snow fell heavily and the blood stained the clouds, the young man staggered and disappeared at the end of the mountain.
The second question is about right and wrong, good and evil, right and wrong, and whether the scary things are deceptions and magic, or whether they are enlightening people's hearts.
Disputes arose in Sansu, famous heroes emerged in large numbers, heroes were listed on the list of great ambitions, and swords and horses were passed down through the ages.
One day, Yuyao's thousand lanterns will be swayed to the banks of the Luoze River; the fragrance of wine from across the city will fill the ten-mile long street; and the golden tea at Yiyang Gate will be born in the cold mountains where the first snow comes.
Until then, bow your head again.
"When a young man enters the world of martial arts for the first time, he still asks his seniors for advice."
Intention: A world of young people, singing and riding horses, free and easy