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Living far away from the rivers and lakes, he carries a sky-cleaving knife on his shoulder all day long, hides flying snow on his waist, deceives and deceives, and is carefree and comfortable, except that he has no money to spend. There is a man who lives high in the temple, holding a night charm flower in his hand all day long. He has peach blossom eyes, a charming smile, and has a lot of military exploits, except for conquering women. One day when lightning struck, the two met. In the blink of an eye, she defrauded him of his fortune. During this worldly feast, did he accept her misfortune, or did she become the cinnabar in his heart? I am free and unconcerned about worldly matters, laughing and closing my eyes to attend your appointment of life and death!

I have a hexagram pen that can draw all living things, predict good and bad events, turn rivers over, flatten mountains, and seal the sky. The hexagrams and hexagrams of Wu are all determined by heaven. There are also completed works "Qing Ben Tian Xia" and "Zhi Ge Tian Xia".

You are the abyss I have traveled to, and you are also the grand joy of my origin.

One leaf of Shengjia leaves half a lifetime barren. The vast grassland, the vastness of the stars and rivers, the Sirius is here, how dare you speak lightly in the late evening? In troubled times, I sing triumphantly, and my cavalry travels thousands of miles. Look at me singing loudly with my hair tied, and my thousands of bows and crossbows! There are also works such as "The World" and "The Picture of the Phoenix".

She has long hair and a majestic iron cavalry. She has traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, passing through treacherous waves with spears and arrows. He held her in his arms amidst the turmoil and tried every means to keep her safe. The dust is rising in the desert, the wind is blowing in the sky, and the smile is beautiful. "How can you give up the world?" There was a hint of rouge between her brows. "For the rest of my life, I will only have you." He put his hand on his red lips, chuckled and leaned down...

Kill the courtiers with one step, and defeat thousands of armies with trust. Laughing and talking about a century-old career, dancing drunkenly on a thousand feet of snow. The red tent, the green smoke penetrates, and the square brocade handkerchief is left for whom? Tears of rouge, picking up golden hairpins, who will shed the two words of love? I passed through the treacherous cloud waves, laughing as I stepped on the vast frost and snow in the desert. Three lives of brocade, two go hand in hand, who will sing the song of the country for one life!