"Xiang Kui's Huqiu Mountain Poetry"
At that time, the sword of the King of Wu was sharpening the light and cracking the rock.
"A Flower·Ode to the Sword"
The bull left the box to fight in the cold, and with the help of wind and cloud, he penetrated the waist and broke the guts, and the ghosts and gods ambush him.
In the upright scale, the fragrant sandalwood swallows jade from the tiger's mouth, and the shark sheath and dragon scales are densely packed with pearls.
A flying spring hangs three feet high on the wall, sounding like a sudden shower on the bedside in the middle of the night.
"Ancient Sword Chapter"
Don't you see Kunwu's iron smelting flying into flames and smoke, the red light and purple air are all impressive.
After several years of hard work, he forged a sword named Longquan.
The color of Longquan is like frost and snow, and the good workers sigh in wonder.
The glazed jade box sprouts lotus flowers, and the engraved gold rings reflect the bright moon.
It is a time when there is no trouble in the world, so I am lucky enough to be able to protect myself from a gentleman.
The light is dark green snake color, and the articles are green turtle scales.
Not only have I been friends with knights, but I have also been close to heroes.
He Yan was abandoned on the middle road and wandered beside the ancient prison.
Although it is buried and useless, it can still soar to the sky every night.