Once the Imperial Concubine Was Drunk, All the Monsters in the Room Were Old and Decrepit

The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, and the misty rain can last a lifetime. The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword. The whale's drink has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already spread. In this world where evil spirits are everywhere and demons are causing chaos, Li Hongchen, who has a low position and low power, is walking on thin ice. So, in the Tang Dynasty, where evil was in power and the world was in hell, in the troubled times, he showed his demon-slaying knife that could cut the sky and the earth, and the souls of these demons who had lived for thousands of years were torn apart! He would occasionally ponder, where are the limits of those magical powers and techniques? He will smash the nine heavens and become a saint! He wants to arbitrarily decide the road for eternity. There is no one like him in the world! But Li Hongchen only has 365 days to live, how can he break the situation perfectly? The girl in red, the boy in white, by the waterside pavilion, at the flower house, begin their story... The long sword has been there for ten years. I climbed up the building and smiled at the dusk mountain. The young man relied on the danger as if the ground was flat, and relied on his long sword alone to Ling Qingqiu. Leaning against the building, listening to the wind and rain, watching the rivers and lakes indifferently. The sword flashes, the sword dances, the sleeves turn, and the ink is stained with tears. The jade sword is cut by the autumn frost, the pearl robe is cut by the setting sun...