16P International Poetry of Pursuing Perfect Weapons.

Became a Buddha on the spot, and now it's foggy, and the sword is a little hateful. Years don't remember, a bloody battle is not my wish. It's a celebrity's head. You can't cut it after a cloud, and you can't drink a glass of wine. Last year, Gillian asked in her dream that the geese had no worries. Leng Yue buried the flower soul, Leng Yue buried the flower soul, and the cold pond crossed the sword shadow. The return time is faint, and the three rivers indulge. When you smile, the river flows through the door, and when you smile, the wind in Cangling is just right. Through the clouds and the moon, fame floats and famous guns flourish. Peach blossom moonlight is like water, peach blossom is unknown, where is the face? Blood shadow flies like rain, the night road is cool and the cold light is messy. Kunlun can be seen in the liver and gallbladder, and a glass of wine. Try to be Pangu today and split the world. Destroy your grandson nine times without complaining, and I will accompany you for 30 thousand games with drunken laughter. How to play with your heart? I only know that Brother Jin is busy taking pictures of the sun. The red blood in the sunset leads to immortality, and the immortal caresses the top. The top is the peak, there is no horizon. Who * * * and drunk blood than love, lazy to talk about romance, laugh and ask who * * * is drunk. Who can match, Jiangnan Jiangbei, Zhang Zhi three Wan Li rivers and mountains. Where is the drunken 3,000 guests' tears red, the heroic skills are ruthless. Forty States were frosted with one sword, and 3,000 guests were mourned in the hall.