ay up the mountain.This is the end of a paragraph.Passing by Lao Wu's grave, Qin Sang walked to his tombstone. The flames from the Qingyang Temple had already dyed half of the night sky red. He sighed...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ore a black veil every day, dressed in rough hemp clothing, doing ordinary work to make a living.“Grandma, I’m leaving.”>Song Ying gently closed the shop door.Two coughs echoed, "Be careful on your wa...