Nine Heavens Sword Picture

At the bottom of the deep valley where half of the inscription was broken, there was a ghost in red. She was holding a beautiful bone flute in her hand. She was waiting for the boy who had spent ten spring and autumn years with her to come back, so that he could untie the shackles of the vaguely red talisman under her feet that seemed insignificant but had detained her here for a long time. So that he can see what he calls the vast world. There was a young herding boy in the north who was carrying a stone knife. He wanted to one day ask the senior who even mentioned it with a look of regret on his face. I finished what I wanted to say for the man but could never say it out loud: "The height that the way of swordsmanship in this world can reach is never lower than that of swordsmanship. What kind of swordsmanship can carry the cauldron? After he draws the sword, his swordsmanship is at least one step higher before he can say this." There was a young monk with no long hair in the southern wilderness. He was used to sweeping dust in front of the Buddha. He had heard his master's saying that the young woman at the foot of the mountain was as fierce as a tiger. He wanted to see that the weak woman described in the book was as strong as a tiger. At the same time, he also wanted to see the woman the master said he would meet. She was so good that he was willing to smash the Buddha's head and sell it for money. In Zhongzhou, there is a woman with a flaming red sword. She wants to find out the real way of the world, so that she can ask the old Taoist who is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai how he dares to use the way of heaven as bait to catch the world's monks.