A hundred years ago, a sudden secret war changed the situation and the world changed hands. In the past hundred years, has the world been calm or has there been a turbulent undercurrent? Today, a hundred years later, when the destined opponent once again stands on the top of Mount Tai, what will be the outcome of this peak showdown?
The wind dwells in the dust, the fragrance and flowers are all gone, and the setting sun shines on the empty building. Things are different and people are not the same, everything comes to an end, who can solve the problem?
The benefits of colorful spring were once joined hands at that time. Now there is no good scenery around, and the wine in the glass is even more empty.
Let me explain the crooked poem "Wulingchun".
Good guy, I thought this book was a scam...