Mandarin Duck Sword

"Mandarin Duck Sword" is also known as "The Legend of Chivalry" or "The Record of Enmity"... Green ants are drunk and clear the road, playing solo on seven strings. Who is lonely and aloof, and who shares the dream of describing the beauty of a lady? The green toads shine all over the fields, and the frost does not rise for a long time. I want to ride on the wind, but I have no flying beam! The cold rain is cold and warm, and the red damask reflects the clear scales. Even if the Dragon Gate does not leap, I will swear to leave behind the immortal voice. The setting moon blows in the wind and the setting sun moves the clouds. Qingshan stands on its own, who can compete with Tianxi? I drank myself drunk and fished leisurely by the ancient water. When I woke up, I was lying in Luohui in Dong'an. Xiaoxiang rain in the bamboo forest, remembering the fate of the world with a sword, everything is completely different in the morning and evening, what year is it? Poor man, obsessed with the fleshy appearance of lustful dogs and horses! Who is going to save this group of worldly people? Human nature is despicable, chasing fame and fortune. Who can see the fisherman behind the snipe and clam? Working hard in the swamp and mud, letting the mud on the beach obliterate our footprints, what can we leave to the world? Thinking that after a lifetime of hard work, the sailboat in the sea will finally reach the shore. When the body is pulled into the sea, when the seawater pours into the heart, when there is no air in the heart, when the air cannot bear the body, those who are obsessed with dreams, stretch out their hands, can they grasp the blueprint in the eyes? When the eyes are closed and will never be opened again, when the body is corroded, who can tell whether the bones belong to a proud giant or a humble ant? My poor man, when you can break through the world of mortals, life and death will no longer matter to you! The rivers and lakes exist only for vendetta. When the sword is no longer stained with blood, and when the heart is tolerant enough to tolerate everyone, who will be in the rivers and lakes again? The world without blood is just the love between children, and the world without swords is just vulgar flirting and laughter. Only with blood, swords and feelings can the rivers and lakes exist. The mandarin duck's howl turns into a drop of blood under the cold sword... Dyeing everyone in the rivers and lakes red...