Nine Realms of Cold Weather

When the moon comes, the breeze rises, and the rippling water reflects the cold. With a sword, I have traveled three thousand miles in the world of mortals, and with one strike I have broken through all the troubles. The sword kills the king's pavilion without a railing, and the sword deviates and the blood is not dry. Raising glasses and laughing about world affairs, I feel at ease when I reveal mysteries. Who is the enemy between heaven and earth? Do you dare to ask God? Let's see how I kill the princes, rule the world, and give orders to the nine regions. Who dares to disobey? Ha ha ha ha…………