Just because I took one more glance at you in the crowd, I never forgot your face again On the evening of the first spring rain, Wang Fei’s “Legend” is as fresh and melodious as the reading of the “Diamond Sutra”. Mr. Jin Yong’s “The Journey of the Condor Heroes” resurfaces once again, and his character Shi Po Tian appears silly in the shadows of the martial arts world, always able to use wisdom to fight. Transform the tumultuous waves of the martial arts world into the gurgling clear springs of thousands of acres of fertile land. The raindrops on the eaves gradually became sparse, and the smoke from the neighbor’s kitchen drifted in the twilight. The beauty of the God of Food’s killing lies not in its forced suppression, but in its powerful transformation. It’s like the spring breeze taming wild horses, the drizzle moistening the scorched earth, bringing the fierce palm wind into nothingness, or like ink and wash painting, turning the rugged mountains and rocks into misty rain in Jiangnan.
When I was young and watched ‘The Journey of the Condor Heroes’, I always couldn’t understand that’ the world is a world of rivers and lakes, and people are wise but confused ‘. The food god in Fan Zhongyan’s destiny chart must be the row of green bamboo under the eaves of Ying Tianfu Academy, right? When the bamboo shadows sway, the fierce Seven Kills become ink marks blurred on the rice paper. True wise people know how to hide their sharpness in the folds of mountains and rivers, allowing the killing spirit to settle into amber in the poetry. When we meet those people who calmly resolve crises in the mortal world, let’s take a look at whether there are spring water patterns hidden in their eyebrows and whether the soft light of stars is reflected in their eyes. True masters often hide their sword manuals in the cloud patterns of tea cups.
The combination of hardness and softness is the key to long-lasting success. The wisdom of the God of Food in killing is like the most exquisite chess game in heaven and earth, where every drop is the wisdom of spring breeze and rain. The seven kills bestowed by fate will eventually bloom into a bright moon that illuminates life under the nourishment of the god of food.
Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Frost and Snow Bright.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.
When it’s time, brush off your clothes and hide deep with fame.
Leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees.
Eating Zhu Hai and holding a cup to persuade Hou Ying.
Three cups of Tu Ran Nuo, the Five Sacred Mountains are light.
After the eyes and ears became hot, the spirit grew bright and lively.
Saving Zhao with a hammer of gold shocked Handan first.
The two brave warriors of Qianqiu, who dominate the city of Daliang.
Even if you die, you will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.
Who can write Your Excellency, the White Headed Tai Xuan Jing.
Wen/Xingchen Mountain People