For thousands of years, the rivers and lakes have always been filled with swords, swords, and bloodshed. Living lives fell one after another under the shadow of cold swords and swords. The hot blood of the weak was sprayed in front of the eyes of the strong. It was so bright red, so dazzling, and so refreshing. The weak left full of hatred and unwillingness. After the strong saw the eyes of the fallen, the joy of victory disappeared in an instant, and their hearts began to tremble and panic. Today others have fallen at their hands, but tomorrow, what about tomorrow? Will I fall in front of others tomorrow? Their hands were shaking, almost unable to hold the sharp blades still stained with blood. "Who will be the next opponent?" They shouted in their hearts.
Although there are only two words in Jianghu - killing and being killed, killing is not their purpose, it is just a means to prevent being killed. If you don't kill, you will be killed. The survival of the strong and the weak is the ironclad law of the world.
After many killings and bloody battles, batches of weak people fell with hatred, leaving only a handful of strong ones. But every strong man's hands are stained with blood, and every strong man is burdened with life debt. They live in anxiety or panic all day long, fearing that one day their enemies will take revenge and take away everything they have fought for, including the right to live. Therefore, the final choice for wise Jianghu people is: to withdraw from the bloody Jianghu.
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