Disputes in the rivers and lakes, a world of great contention.
The boss of the Da Qin people was carrying a Mo Dao and whipped the world with black noses and swollen faces. The old immortals in the Jianghu squatted on the mountain and threw the whole world under him when he turned around.
Strong men measured the earth on foot, and there were heroes who opened the sky with a sword, but in the blink of an eye they fell drunk in the arms of a beautiful woman.
The Taoist priest carries his sword and the scholar is drunk.
The beggar, dressed in shabby clothes, picked up a rotten branch and dared to rush to the Taoist ancestral court. In the long pavilion of Liudi, a man who had been sitting for thirty years turned around and came out, holding a peach blossom, and raised his hand to smash the ten-mile red candle.
The reign name of Da Qin was more Dayuan.
The young man carrying a wooden sword stepped out of the mountain village.
