"Ten brothers in love"
Zimo Jue Xian'e, oil building thousands of riding.
The words are like rain, and the officials become thunder.
At the beginning of Shengze, the group's heart is in Taiwan.
The sea scales are splashed and the cloud wings linger temporarily.
The room is full of orchids, the spring is full of peaches and plums.
There are few other sects in the Jianghu, and the wild geese are far away crying.
I am tired of being lured by yarrow turtles, but I am scared by my younger brother and nephew.
To sharpen the lead is to forge the stone, to wield the tactics is to be ashamed of the foot.
Jade pipes can make a noise, and gold furnaces can change ashes.
Those who should have pity on faith should have tears in their mouths.
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