The poem says:

The young man's ambition is unrewarded, and he roars at the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As soon as he enters the rivers and lakes and has no point of return, he cares about his power and conspiracy.

This is a romantic and leisurely guest, and I can travel to the four seas.

Many years ago, on the Qinglong Cliff, an unprecedented duel was held here, and that duel lasted for three days and three nights, and it was very fierce.

Back then, worry-free came to the Qinglong Camp, to fulfill the agreement of the competition many years ago, he and Bei Chenyin, is a friend of life and death, he mainly focuses on swordsmanship, and Bei Chenyin, good at swordsmanship, strong and domineering, the two have made a hundred-year covenant, if anyone loses the competition, they will obey the orders of the other person, completely surrender, and must not disobey any orders.

In that competition, both of them used all their strength, without any spells, only competing in swordsmanship and knife skills. In the end, the two were on par in martial arts, but the Sword of Worry-free was cut off by Bei Chenyin's Wuchenxihe. In this competition, Beichen Yin lost, he broke the sword and Wuchen Xihe and used internal force to hit the cliff, no longer use Wuchen Xihe in this life, and no longer use martial arts, this is an agreement with Wuwu, only Wuwu can lift this forbidden martial arts covenant.

Mo Hanxuan said: "In the first battle back then, he cut off your sword, it should be that he won, why did he ban martial arts?"

Passing Qianxiao smiled and said: "It seems that you have just come out of the rivers and lakes, and you don't know the rules of the rivers and lakes very well, although Bei Chenyin cut off the sword of Wuwu, but he lost above the momentum, Wuwu used an ordinary sword, fought with it for three days and three nights, and his swordsmanship can be imagined, and Bei Chenyin, holding a divine weapon, is difficult to win without worry, and Wuwu dares to use an ordinary weapon to compete with a divine soldier, with this, Beichenyin lost." The two of them competed, only fighting swordsmanship and swordsmanship, which is also for a reason, worry-free practice for many years, internal strength spells have reached the realm of transformation, although Beichen Yin has practiced for many years, martial arts are strong, and worry-free if competing with internal skills, slightly inferior, so the two agreed, do not use internal strength spells. At the beginning, Beichen Yin knocked Wuchenxi and into the cliff, which was to put down the divine soldiers, re-cultivate one's self-cultivation, and refine one's own internal strength. He has a free and easy temperament, and he is heroic, but sometimes he is irritable, and in this valley, he can cultivate his sentiments and collect his temperament, which is also the reason for the ban on martial arts back then. ”

"It turns out that there were so many purposes for a martial arts competition back then, and it seems that many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface. ”

Looking at the people on the surface of the pool, he saw that he was dressed in a blue coarse cloth robe, with a gourd tied around his waist, which seemed to be a thing containing wine, and his hair was covered with green silk, fluttering in the wind. The face is dark, the bridge of the nose is vigorous and straight, there are a few wrinkles on the forehead, the short and dense beard looks a little mature, and the bright big eyes are bright and bright, glowing with light blue light, which is very deep.

The corners of Wuwu's mouth rose, smiled slightly, and said to Beichen, who was playing the piano on the bamboo raft: "The bright moon walks in front of Cangshan, and the snow splashes the sky on the other side of the yellow sand. The sword has fallen so far, looking back at the mortal dust and not being an immortal. ”

Bei Chenyin smiled softly, the sound of the piano changed suddenly, and a poem resounded through the valley.

Chivalrous drunk

Moonlight, potpourri, several glasses of flower wine are uneven, and the figure attacks the flowers and falls spontaneously.

Yiren laughs, the residual flowers are fragrant, the wine is sprinkled with seven steps of poetry and the full moon, and the moon shadow shines on the flowers and hurts themselves.

The mountain breeze blows, the wild flowers are fragrant, the wolf howls in the lonely night of the valley, and the mountain flowers are fragrant at night.

The rivers and lakes are traveling, the flowers are fragrant, all kinds of chivalrous feelings are romantic, and the romance is the artesian flowers.

Mo Hanxuan's fingers were cocked, the orchid fingers were pinched, and he sang with the sound of the piano, and the soft singing echoed in the valley, which was a must.

"The green pines are shaking, the sand is fluttering, the ends of the world are at the end of the sea, and the piano is proud.

The loyal soul is far away, shining all over the world, the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds are misty.

The cold wind is bright, the wind crosses the Lingdu, wakes up in the drunken twilight, and the soul is bitter.

Kazuka is lonely, thinking of the blue sky, dreams are broken, and heroes are in tears. ”

Worry-free sighed about the world, felt a little sad in his heart, and made a "Three Five Seven Words".

In the middle of October, autumn is strong.

The broken bridge flowers are wilting, and the leaves beside the road are floating in the wind.

Looking at the afterimage in front of the old tree, the confidants in the world are scattered......

Beichen Yin changed the sound of the piano again, and made another word.

The sky is insignificant, let me be free, walking all over the green mountains, still young, the crazy knife comes out of the sheath with the water, ask the world, who walks the clouds with me?

A sword hole penetrates the world, the bloody wind and blood rain flutters, laughing at the world, who is like me, pointing at the waves of the world?

The pride and ambition are still there, the sun and the moon have entered my chest, the heroes of the eternal hegemony, stand up and ask the sword, and see me as the leader.

Who dances in the clouds, twists and turns around me, and at the end of the song, people scatter, a sword rushes into the sky, forcing the world to ask, why is it so unreasonable?

Looking through the autumn water, I miss not forgiving, turn around and smile, heaven and earth let me be free, I know my fate, and eternal life will not wither.

The heroic words that passed away were listened to, and they also took advantage of the prosperity to compose a heroic poem.

Chronicles of the Hidden Dragon

The world is out of my generation, and the heroes of the ages have turned into dust.

A dew can give birth to clouds and rain, and drunken songs are also thunderous.

The ambition is like the sky and the clouds do not fall, and the tiger and wolf are urging with a snap of their fingers.

There is only one dream in a hundred generations of life, and I am chasing after the clouds.

Beichen Yin smiled knowingly, the piano sound was long, the righteousness echoed, high-pitched and excited, and a song was proud of the sky.

"Qing Ping Le"

The world, the long west wind is fierce, the long road is flying leaves, and the pride is pouring from the sky!

The prodigal son is like duckweed in the end, I walk alone in a thousand mountains, regardless of how much red dust it is, and the sake laughs at the rest of my life!