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黑虎斩龙，九江梦起
Flying Iris
When the last ray of sunlight sinks into the center of the river, the lingering shadows of old dreams are still floating in the Nanzhang wind. A young man holds a wooden board and struggles to survive in the torrent. The gears of fate are turning quietly. Thirteen-year-old Xiahou Heihu grew up listening to the chirping of cicadas at the foot of the mountain, but lost his parents and home overnight. Nine evil dragons came from the East China Sea and tore apart the peaceful plain and his childhood. He embarked on the road to find his teacher, passing through the mist-locked mountains of Emei, just to exchange for a glimmer of life and fight against the indescribable disaster. During the three years of cold and hot weather, he breathed in the morning light by the Tianbo Lake, ran like the wind among the cliffs, and uprooted ancient trees. The pain of the body is a test of the soul, and the fire of the elixir is also a tempering of the will. The Dragon-Slaying Sword of the Subduing Dragon Ancestor finally fell into his hands, and the sharp point pointed to his destiny. On the day of returning home, the river water sucked back into empty ditches, and the evil dragon had nowhere to hide. A shocking battle, with thunder as the drum and blood as the ink, the boy's immortal name was written. But when the dust settled, the Nanzhang of the past was no longer Nanzhang.
When the last ray of sunlight sinks into the center of the river, the lingering shadows of old dreams are still floating in the Nanzhang wind. A young man holds a wooden board and struggles to survive in the torrent. The gears of fate are turning quietly. Thirteen-year-old Xiahou Heihu grew up listening to the chirping of cicadas at the foot of the mountain, but lost his parents and home overnight. Nine evil dragons came from the East China Sea and tore apart the peaceful plain and his childhood. He embarked on the road to find his teacher, passing through the mist-locked mountains of Emei, just to exchange for a glimmer of life and fight against the indescribable disaster. During the three years of cold and hot weather, he breathed in the morning light by the Tianbo Lake, ran like the wind among the cliffs, and uprooted ancient trees. The pain of the body is a test of the soul, and the fire of the elixir is also a tempering of the will. The Dragon-Slaying Sword of the Subduing Dragon Ancestor finally fell into his hands, and the sharp point pointed to his destiny. On the day of returning home, the river water sucked back into empty ditches, and the evil dragon had nowhere to hide. A shocking battle, with thunder as the drum and blood as the ink, the boy's immortal name was written. But when the dust settled, the Nanzhang of the past was no longer Nanzhang.