My Uncle Di Renjie of the Tang Empire

Zhao’s guests wore unadorned Hu tassel, Wu hook frost snow bright.

The silver saddle shone on the white horse, and the horse galloped like a shooting star.

Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles.

When the matter is over, I brush my clothes and leave, hiding my achievements and fame.

Di Feng and the old man stood side by side. Looking at the churning endless sea of clouds in the distance, he let out a long sigh: "With the lives of the world in hand, the number one Maple Forest Pavilion in the world.”