Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
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Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In Haitang's hand, the blade was like the wind, twirling around Fan Xian. He jumped and leaped and crouched and fell prone, assuming all kinds of strange and comical positions. Between each pose, he used all of his formidable physical control to string the postures together.
The blade stuck into the mud just by his left year, the grass by the little finger of his right hand, and fell onto a dewdrop next to his throat.
He was impossible to hit.