The valley in front of Lingyun Peak is quiet, the green plums are cooking wine and laughing at the spring and autumn. There is no trace in the moon and smoke shadows, ten steps and one kills ghosts to see sorrow. How does Ling He, the last master of the modern Tang Sect, fight against poison with poison, resist poison with poison, and defeat poison with poison with a foolish face? A master of the rivers and lakes? ? A million soldiers? No matter how many people there are, I will slap the ground with a wave of my hand, and the poison will run rampant. No matter how many people there are, it will be useless! The beauty of the city? The love in the past, the holy battle between the sword god and the sword master, I use my free nature, the shocking poison technique, to rise step by step above the sky of the other world, chatting and laughing, asking the world, and waving the wind and clouds.