I haven't been to Guanshan, and I don't know how its clouds and moon are magical and touching.

I only know that there is a breath in my dantian that penetrates the sky spirit, as if it is connected with the Guanshan Qi!

Guanshan Qi,

Heroic spirit!

It is the hero who flew across the mountain with ruts;

It is the hero who carved the seal in the north of the geese;

He is the hero who boils green wine;

He is the hero who sees the sea,

——Cao Cao, he is at least a hero!

At least a hero!

When the golden snake dances wildly, the thunder and strings are shocked, and Liu Xuande carefully hides his swan's ambitions, Cao Gong smiles at the wind and clouds and sings at the Jiuxiao: Ask who is the hero in the world?

I feel generous and unforgettable. Facing the face of "the armor produces lice and the people die." "The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles". This hero who fought for thousands of miles and was full of awesome mountains and rivers could not help but "the person who misses him heartbroken."
Chapter completed!