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In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a young man in white clothes is surrounded by peach blossoms, with green lotuses at his feet, and a silver gun in his hand. His long hair is fluttering. His white clothes are better than snow, and the world of mortals is like a fairy. Kunlun is surrounded by fairy mist, and a white-haired young man with yin and yang eyes, accompanied by Dharma signs, holds Dharma formulas in his hands, speaks fairy words, and has eyes like torches, as if he has been banished to the world. ... This is a mountain and sea where ghosts and ghosts are rampant. Demons and humans coexist, ghosts and demons are rampant, but immortals do not exist in the mountains and seas. In this life, there must be someone who can cover the sky with one hand, reveal the secrets of heaven, and embark on the path to immortality.

Green shirts, sake, and green clothes guests, one man, one sword, one river and lake. The edge of the sky is on the side, and the horse steps on the yellow sand and the setting sun disappears. The blue pheasant is stained with blood for ninety-nine times, and a thousand and one people are stunned. Beauty like water knows that it is suffering, but no one is in a difficult mood. The hatred will be repaid in the end, and the old man will be a scholar in brocade clothes. Cut off the robe to cut off the righteous words and stop, and finally have to kill Enchi with a sword. Don't ask about the past with a glass of wine, the green front will sweep away the world. --Qing Yiyin