In the middle of the rumbling, Tong Ying vaguely heard some people's voices. Looking out of the direction of the sound, he saw a hundred-year-old old tree by the mountain with long trunks. A man in white was holding an ancient book, lying under the tree. The song was from his mouth.
So the two people got off the horse and walked toward the mountain. The voice of the man was more and more clear. It turned out that he was chanting a poem, "The sky is like a dome, and the land is like a chess game; the people in the world are black and white, fighting for glory and humiliation,The noble will live a peaceful life; the humiliated will have a good life; the south yang has a seclusion, and it is not enough to sleep high!"
"Brother, I pay my respect to you." The two men came to the tree and salu
