Some people in the world are born to belong to the world, born with blood, wielding swords across the world, they are like the wind. But when the wind gets tired of wandering, where can it rest? The smell of blood in the wind can fade away over time, but it cannot change the nature of the wind. Even if his body is rotten and his body is withered, he cannot restrain the determined soul in his body. As long as he lives, his footprints will forever be left in the long river of history, affecting millions of believers.
The small building listened to the wind and rain all night, and the snow fell silently in the rivers and lakes...
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