Qingcang Road

I have the wanton world in my heart but I can't express it. But this world lacks the warmth and warmth of human nature and the tact in dealing with things. I owe it to the old monk in red to kill the four thousand men of the Han Dynasty with his angry eyes in front of Longmen City. I have a sad past where I only kneel down in the east. I owe the young man with great talent in swordsmanship to cut through all the troubles in the world with his sword but cry alone in front of the grave of the woman in green. I owe the white-faced girl a whole temple. I owe the man who made her a betrothal gift in exchange for her smile. I owe Xianfenghegu Xu Banxian the hug he gave his granddaughter before he died after slaying all the demons in the world. I owe the long-lost host of the ten famous swords. I owe the thirty thousand Guiwei sword to break it. The heroic spirit of a hundred thousand Mongolian cavalry is so great. I owe it to the young man who spent six years watching the vicissitudes of the world and finally became an immortal and a demon overnight. He cut the heaven with a dragon and built the heaven with righteousness. I owe myself a world.