Yuehuaxian

The moonlight is like jade, the white clothes are white, the crane feathers are flying in the wind, and they are as graceful as a startled giant. Holding a trace of spring water without a sharp edge, sleeves covered with thousands of miles of dusk clouds hanging down, making the bamboo shadow especially pity, angrily scolding the river to roll back, it is indeed worthless in this world, one day, the sword will pick up the twelfth floor lamp to crush the galaxy. She had seen the scene above all living beings: the dragon fell in her hands, and she also saw with her own eyes the man and woman destroying the golden sacred bridge. The vision is wider, the ambition is bigger, and the stage is smaller. Wu Jiazi hurried over, and now he wakes up from his dream. When the golden cup is drunk, the flying dragon is in the sky!