Library

Tang Feng A scholar has a small life. Born on the coast of the East China Sea, under Zhongshan Mountain. Don't seek fame, don't seek wealth. Wandering between heaven and earth, asking questions about the world. A magnanimous mind shines upon the sun and the moon, and an awe-inspiring righteousness shines upon the universe. My sleeves are empty and I can travel to the end of the world with a book of poems. The book has the same text, the sword has the same bone. Use books as bones and pens as swords. In the vast world, the spirit of character will be passed down forever.

White waves, spring breeze, autumn rain, a fallen leaf tells the story of the years. After ten years of a small vehicle, a hundred years of a great vehicle, the Mahayana realm in front of Yunling Mountain opened a mountain with a sword, splitting the sun, moon and stars... He stole the sky and changed the sun, and the hand of Nirvana split, the sky split and the earth was destroyed, and the war between immortals and demons resumed... It's an immortal, it's a demon, it's good, it's evil, one sister, one brother, two swords, enough!