A bamboo stick as a spear, old wine at the waist. Practicing chivalry, a carefree crane, wouldn't that be joyf…
A bamboo stick as a spear, old wine at the waist. Practicing chivalry, a carefree crane, wouldn't that be joyful?
Later, fishing in various places, this old bamboo was mostly used for clearing the way. The world is vast, where can't you go?
Only later did he have to admit that everyone grows old. Living a carefree life, but always wandering, he aged faster than most.
Not as good at martial arts as Halcyon, not as strategic as Raven, not as skilled in mechanisms as that senior disciple, and in farming, military, Daoism, law, etc., surpassed by many younger talents... Fortunately, he knew a little of everything.
Later, those better than me called me Master.
The boy's bamboo spear finally became today's walking stick. The little old man with some weather on his face still climbs Dragonbend Mountain repeatedly. Only his two swift legs have become three.
The sound of reading is loud on the mountain. Down the mountain, some young lad's matter, just like a scene from yesterday: a bamboo stick as a spear, off to practice chivalry?