At the beginning, under the blue sky and white clouds, and the bright noon, under the vigorous old tree, three teenagers took a nap, leaning on the thick trunk.
The breeze is just right, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the light and dark light cast are like scattered shining gems, making the young people under the trees even more dazzling and beautiful.
The high-spirited teenagers were the most dazzling "Three Musketeers" of that era.
Later, the master asked his three disciples what their Tao was.
Youyao said without hesitation that he had no regrets.
Xiaoyao said after thinking for a while, no regrets.
Ersi was silent for a while and then said, "No hatred."
At that time, the head with long gray hair and a young face didn't ask any more questions. He just looked at them with long eyes.
There was a look in his eyes that they couldn't understand at the time.
In the end, faith was shattered, morality was trampled, and victory became a laughing stock.
The three friends of Suihan are both a compliment to them and a curse to them. For the rest of their lives, they will walk on thin ice with regrets, regrets, and hatred...
Intention: when the sun is at midday, it will move, and when the moon is full, it will lose.