The Sword Immortal will not be defeated
There is a small white dragon in the temple, and a big white snake is pressed under the tower. There is a plaque buried in the Taoist temple, and a small rag is fished out of the well.
The dog's head glowed at night; The wild monkeys in the back mountain have been calling non-stop since dusk; The lotus flower in the pond is desperately chasing the moon.
The tail of Tofu Shih Tzu is longer than the legs, the old scholar can't hide the smell of fish even if he wears ten skins, and there are more bones in the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion than a mass grave.
The fox smell of Yuxianglou is disgusting for ten miles, and the yin qi of Yunyu Pavilion is not unacceptable in comparison.
That concubine is like the top card in the Yuxiang Building, isn't the queen the girl in Yunyu Pavilion last night? Wang Li's pen was raised, and he didn't know whether to write the Romance of the Gods, Journey to the West, the Legend of the White Snake or Liaozhai.
After thinking about it, he folded the pen and lifted the sword. …… The sea of suffering in the world is endless, and the sword is a boat. Thousands of red dust refining hearts, playing swords and singing.