Border Pawn

The snow in Chang'an was so heavy that it broke the bones of the literati and could not contain the hot blood of one hundred and thirty mouths. The angry wind at the border blew away the fragrance of the red sleeves and made the three thousand miles of war burn with bones and bones. I am a returnee from hell, and I just want to use this fine clothing and food to seek happiness for the rest of my life. Who knows that even if the temples are exhausted, the way of heaven is impermanent. You have to force me to take off my fur and pick up broken iron. Go talk to the thief in the Jinluan Palace and the immortal guest above the nine heavens. Let's talk about the rules that should exist in this world.