On the 15th, I got half a volume of poetry manuscript, and encountered the water where ink stains turned into souls.
Once I had enlightenment, I reached the state of transformation.
The spirit wanders beyond thousands of mountains and turns ink into deep pools.
But Cheng Qinglian has a chivalrous ambition, but there is no such thing as a swordsman in the world of mortals
In a life of alienation and madness, the rest of the joy is spent, and the liver and gallbladder are half cut open and the sword is cold.