Please give me a different shout of Mai Ci! ! ! ! !

The heroes of wine and swords, rivers and lakes, standing alone on the Black Wind Cliff, the emperor is fighting in these years, holding the seven-star sword in his hand

Don't adulterate in the rivers and lakes, you will become a fool on the battlefield, and your body Riding on a white dragon horse, Xiao Ao talks about Buddhism in words

On the Internet, love is needed, but love is hard to express, but it is difficult to express it. You can fight in the battlefield, and the god of love will make the world collapse

< p>Standing alone in this imperial city, the tiger reincarnates and turns into a dragon, the dragon rises up to writhe, the voice contains the name of the vehicle

I am teasing the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, the voice is for the indulgence of the emperor, it is too heartbreaking under the cliff of love, who *** Life and death with me

My children’s personal relationships are all in vain. I stand proudly in the wind and rain. I set up a long bow on the battlefield. I am a pine on the southern mountain.

Who knows the emperor’s thoughts? , who knows how fierce the blue dragon is, how unbearable no one can understand, how unique it is in thousands of ways

On the Huashan Mountain, we talk about swords, we never see our old friends until death, the mountains and rivers are like thousands of paintings, I just speak Give yourself up

Who can see through the mortals in this world? Since ancient times, heroes have been mad, and their arrogance has soared to the ninth heaven. The emperor left this poem

Heroes cry with tears and beauty, and there is no one in hell. Heroes The short life is spinning, but I stand in front of the big flag

The wind is blowing thousands of miles away, the tigers are falling from the mountains and the wild dogs are lost, the blue dragons are powerless to defeat the shrimps and crabs, the emperor and the tiger are powerful and I am allowed to show them

The emperor stood up and settled down Kunlun, I died on the battlefield and left my fighting spirit. I came from Buddhism, and the three realms left me as a real person.

My heart was so depressed in the middle of the night. Who asked if the hero was short? If the horses were short and the people were sleepy, who would save them? On Swords

The years are like swords changing at dusk. Above the five elements, I am respected. On the lonely ridge, I can see the universe. On the battlefield, the horse gallops

The dragon is rolling in the sea. How can a hero do it? Love the lonely pillow, the word "endurance" is limitless, don't bear it, the tiger roars and turns away the mountain powder

Everything in the world is often contrary to one's heart. I am the king in the Jinluan Palace. One person can defeat tens of millions of troops. I have never known the heart of a beautiful woman

Who is reciting poems in the mountains and forests? In hell, the unjust ghosts cry for mortals. I want to become an immortal and fly in the blue clouds. I will no longer look for things on the battlefield

The beacon fire disturbs the food and sleep. The tea of ??the gods has no heart to taste. The battlefield is strong. I'm about to cry hard, and the blood flows like wine in my heart.

Today I put my voice in, and let it drift in the wind, and the rhyme of poetry floats. Good lessons come from the battlefield, and I have left a big mark on my voice

I have been riding on a horse since the emperor, who asked me to dismount my horse, fight for the voice of the world, and retire to the mountains and forests to play the pipa