Original text:
If the sky were to fall, I would be safe. I only have a sword, which can move mountains, break rivers, fall into the sea, subdue demons, kill demons, kill gods, pick stars, destroy cities and open the sky!
Yue Hui Su Jie and Lan Confucian scholars are beside Chen Ping, and it is carefree to punch in with teenagers.
If you are in doubt, ask the spring breeze.
Spring breeze is silent, follow your own heart.
Introduction to the work:
The world is full of miracles.
Among the heavens and the earth, a scholar wields a sword to split the Tianhe Waterfall, which is the proudest in the world.
On the cliff in the East China Sea, there is an unknown road. I don't want to fly, only the breeze.
In the pure land of the west, there is an old monk who likes telling stories and has nine dragons.
In the desolate southern Xinjiang, a blind painter, driving a golden puppet, towering like a mountain, dozens of Chung Shan Man, sketched a magnificent picture.
A poor boy who grew up in the north, when he saw that one day thousands of royal swords appeared, like locusts. He wants to see with his own eyes the huge waves in the East China Sea, the yellow sand in the west and the towering mountains in the south.