C765 Gai Jiuyou

There's a bamboo forest under a hill somewhere in Beijing.

It was the ninth day of the ninth month. The autumn wind was blowing, and the bamboo forest was also a little desolate. A cool breeze blew, and the bamboo forest swayed. The rustling sound of the bamboo filled the air with the autumn wind.

"Hmph!"

"Ha!"

Occasionally