Hengdao Taihang

I had no intention of entering the martial arts world, but things were changing in the world. Hengdao Taihang leaps on the white horse, and the old dream of the old place is gone. I can't help but watch the wolf bully all living beings, with my sword pointed at the setting sun. The clear water on the riverside washes away the frost on the temples, but where are the common people's houses stained with blood? I asked where to collect my bones, holding the green mountains in my hand and throwing them away to the nine states. When a hero is young, how can he be a scholar by drinking heavily? The knife in the drunken battlefield is still there, and the penholder is used to decapitate the neck. At twelve o'clock, the sun and the moon fall, and it is difficult to replace a bowl of porridge with a full paper. ————Xia Zhe Mo Ke