The Era of Human Spirits

"What about your story? What does it look like?" "The man with his hair tied up and singing loudly, with the best sword in his hand, cuts off all injustices; the man who is not confused and sighs, the world is in his grasp, and the beauty is by his side? He is playing chess pieces and looking at the past. The old man whispers, wanting to capture the scenery in the sky? Want to cultivate the Tao in the heart? Want to be an immortal." The man smiled. . .