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Taoists Often Say
The most outstanding street scenes are always after nightfall, when the city seems to be alive in the darkness. You open your eyes silently, the traffic lights on the street corners and the orange car lights widen your eyes; it exhales quietly, and the soft drizzle covers the black and white sidewalks, blocking the green lights. I exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if to destroy my obsession with fairness, continued to pick up my legs, and walked towards the rain curtain. When the rain really hu
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A Scholar
The rising sun is setting in the long world of mortals, and the scholar's thoughts overwhelm the world. However, I, a scholar, have learned from the infatuated man to pursue the supreme road, not to live as long as heaven and earth, but to dance with the beautiful woman for the rest of my life. My name is Zhou Du. In the forty-seventh year of the martial arts of the Dashang Dynasty, I appeared outside the gate of Lao Ding's private school in Xinshan, south of Huai'an City... "Sister, how many ye
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Who Doesn't Want Me to Be a Swordsman?
I wonder why those people in the world always love to be carefree in the world, and are intoxicated in the rolling world of mortals, even if they are in a state of embarrassment. It turns out that if the immortal takes away the way of freedom, the world will be free and happy. My name is Lu Wu, a disciple of Feilu Peak in Wukong Mountain. I've beaten up bosses, rebelled, captured gods and slashed the sky. They all say that the world of mortals can cut bones, but I'm not stingy. This novel and it
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A Warrior
A martial artist, a martial artist is a martial artist on death row. "I heard people say that there are rivers and lakes in this world, and that these rivers and lakes are dangerous and evil, and there are wonderful things like blood rain washing the ground and thunder shaking the ground?" Gu Jianyang sat on the tidal pile of rice and lowered his head and asked Xiao Huangmen who stood in front of him to read out the imperial edict. "Yes~, but what can I do? Isn't Mr. Gu just a member of the Jian
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