Chapter 1 Hypocrisy and Grievance I

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The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars. Gang battlefield Sun Xing

The sound of the ghost moon sealing instrumental music of Gangyue came from the palace wall and the sky, and the sound of pushing the cup and changing the lamp was endless.

The lights are brilliant, the grand hall, and the green smoke of the incense burner wafts; Feng Yang Cha Youyang

Fengji Zaoke is fragrant with wine, Qiongtai is high, and the three mountains and five mountains are noisy.

On the Huayang Hall of Jiuhua Mountain, Yue Guangzu sat in the middle, and on the left and right sat Jia Guangnan and Master Chongmiao, and on both sides were the heads of many sects in the blessed land. The wine and food in front of the seat, the delicacies of the mountains and the stars are too warlike

The stars are too bright and the lights are brilliant, the grand hall, and the green smoke of the incense burner is wafting;

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