brief introduction:

And ink painting, is just one of billions of ants.,Just like all the impoverished cultivators in this immortal city.,Ten-year-old Mo Hua sighed, adjusted his mindset, and then went to the sect to attend classes. After a day of cultivation, Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence, read some Taoist scriptures again, and lay down on his bed when it was midnight.。

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