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In the age of the end of the Dharma, Qi circulates throughout the sky, fists and my thoughts are all the will of God.
The rivers and lakes of the Great Song Dynasty are high in the sky, millions of people are gone, and thunder roars for nine days.
In the troubled times of the Tang Dynasty, beautiful women were as beautiful as jade, picking leaves and flying flowers, and cutting off their heads with a sword.
The sun and the moon are shining, the moon is bright in my heart, the human heart is like a sword, and the sword can pick up mountains and rivers.
The wind and clouds are rising, spreading across thousands of miles, like dreams and illusions, misty and without a trace.
Under one person, time spans thousands of years, and thirty-six thieves, who is responsible for the ups and downs?
The mythical Qin Dynasty became a Taoist master, and the nine songs of heaven were immortal.
The fierce sword in the snow, the vicissitudes of the human world, the immortals in the sky come to this world.
Man can conquer heaven, flowers bloom on the other side, eternal night is coming, I am God.
The mountains and rivers of Wuzhen are thousands of miles away, and the Tao travels vastly across the heavens.
I, Ye Qianqiu, Qianqiu gives birth to ten thousand ways and opens the source of ten thousand ways.
One leaf in a thousand autumns, one in the heavens.
