Sit on the floor while the wine is intoxicated, the brocade belt is rotten and hangs the Wu hook. Broken dragons and thorns are good at stabbing tigers, blue pupils are like water and clear autumn. It's a pity that the subjects are too simple, how can a strong man be a prisoner of chapters and sentences. Fighting in the Central Plains is endless. In the great summer, in the dark and chaotic world, all the heroes of a hundred religions stand together and shine. Walk freely, one person, one horse, one knife, one bow, and one pot of wine.