The Art of Killing Immortals

Huma's name is Dawan, and he has sharp edges and thin bones. The ears of bamboo are steep, and the wind blows lightly on the four hooves. There is no vastness in the direction, which is worthy of life and death. If Xiaoteng is like this, he can travel thousands of miles.

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Everyone found an inn to stay in Qingzhou City, got into bed, and fell asleep.

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When all the flowers have fallen, the dark clouds have dispersed. The long wind howls and the majestic horse rides, the wild sun chases the waves. The hero's path is full of blood, but his bones are withered after his achievements. The awakening flowers are still there, the iron armor is still there

The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities are there, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high. The lakes are stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.

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