
Xuyuan Kendo
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At the gate of Puling City in the evening, many children gathered in front of the storyteller's wooden stall. They all listened to the old storyteller telling stories vividly. "... In the end, the immortal succumbed to his serious injuries and passed away..." After saying this, the storyteller drank all the tea in the teacup at hand and smashed his mouth with satisfaction. "Actually, we also have Taoists in Puling City. Eight years ago, Young Master Hongfu was extremely talented and traveled out of the country alone with a sword. He is the target of you kids!" The storyteller did not know that at the end of the listening crowd, a young man carrying a sword fluttered in black clothes and had a faint smile on his lips. "Excessive praise..." The young man murmured, dropped two coins, turned around and walked into the city of Puling filled with sunset... In this world, there are monsters, demons, gods, and people... There are thousands of ascetics, how many people have become gods?
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