Is the golden scale of destiny an object in the pond? When the wind and clouds happen, it will turn into a dragon. The dragon's roar will shake the sky. The wind and clouds will change. Swim in shallow water. Fate is irresistible. I can't say it. I can't say it. I can't enjoy all the rules. It's impossible to do everything. Everything is too exhausting. , Fate is bound to end early. The wind and clouds are formless and formless. There is no moment of stillness. The clouds also gather and disperse. They are impermanent, misty and uncertain. Snow drinks, fire Lin is on the top of the southern mountain. The North Sea dives into the deep snow and drinks the cold. It is pitiful that the two fronts have not met. The snow knife is sealed and the lonely sword sounds. The ancient temple of Tianxiahui is reflected in the frost of the Three Gorges, and the lonely moon is dancing. The six dynasties are surging and the world will be hegemonic and ambitious. I am proud and understand why the world is so persistent? So unhappy? How can we know that the world is unkind and shows no mercy to all things, so all things must strengthen themselves. Unnamed 1 People of the world Everyone is ordinary and good, only fame can't be forgotten. I have worked hard to pursue death for a lifetime, but I have buried a nameless spring. 2 People's swords, hearts, and sex are the same. I like the sword for good, I like the sword for evil, and the evil seeks death. When facing the enemy, I don't want to live together, but I want to die together. I seek to be undefeated, I only seek to be defeated in the same way. The magic fist of boxing is an empty level. I am empty and empty. I am a boxing level. I have become a demon in the void. I am thunderous. Under the sky for ten tribulations, I am used to watching the wind and clouds. I am self-king. I will perish. The star will be withered. The moon will sink. Who will become a demon? The arrogant, laughing madman's lover. My wife is also empty. There are no friends on the road to Huangquan. I am empty. My friends are also empty. Each of them has gone to a different future. The road is different. The wind is wandering in the wind and dust of heaven and earth. My glory and glory are at ease. On the road of rivers and lakes, in the mist and rain, I drink the snow in the wind. Whoever comes at dawn is allowed to get drunk. Beauty? The end of the world has not yet returned.