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The Supreme Master is in the City.

Mr. Tao was strict in character and diligent in his work. When he was in charge of Jingzhou, he ordered the ship officers to record all the sawdust, regardless of the amount, but no one understood the meaning of this. Later, when we were having a meeting, the snow had just begun to clear up, and the ground was still wet after clearing the snow before the hearing, so we covered it with sawdust, and it was not a problem. The officials were ordered to use thick bamboos and pile them up like a mountain. Later, Huan Xuanwu attacked Shu and loaded the ships with goods, all of which were used to make nails. It is also said that once a bamboo pole was fired, an official took it up with the roots, and it was still enough, so he lifted it over two steps to use it.

Martial Spirit

The east wind thaws the frost, the hibernating insects begin to wake up, the fish come out of the ice, the otter offers fish, and the wild geese come. The emperor lives in the left side of Qingyang. He rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, wears Cangyu, eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.

Fairy takes you flying

Xun Minghe and Lu Shilong had not met each other before, and both met Zhang Maoxian and sat down. Zhang Ling spoke together. Since he has great talent, we should not treat him as an ordinary person. Lu raised his hand and said, "The cloud is Lu Shilong." Xun replied, "Xun Minghe is under the sun." Lu said, "Now that you have seen the white pheasant through the blue sky, why don't you draw your bow and shoot arrows?" Xun replied, "I thought the cloud dragon was strong, it must be a mountain deer or wild elk. The beast is weak and the crossbow is strong, so the shot is slow." Zhang clapped his hands and laughed.

The Journey of the Demonic Elves

Daily life of male god

Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.

Traveling Through the Countryside: Yanlan