People's hearts are not old, and the world is in a cool and cool state. Under the short eaves, they are all strong and strong.

Fantasy supports the sky, and fairy tales are in power. I sigh that my martial arts world is lonely everywhere.

The ancient dragon in the past, yesterday, Jin Yong. The beauty has passed away, like a lonely lamp at night. [bsp;   The cuckoo cries blood, the yellow oriole cries sadly. Step by step and dances with swords, all of the four seats are sad.

Play the sword and sing, the song is gone. Hold the cup of drunkenness, the dream is sad.

A song is played, and a word is dedicated to you: Heroes are at the end of their lives, and the beauty is old. I advise you to write to you and stay away from the world.

This article is dedicated only to those authors who do not have a deep obsession with traditional martial arts. The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore. If you do not have a deep obsession, you can still turn back.
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