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Legend This is a legend.
Gods, devils, and martial arts schools say that the scenery is infinite, but it only takes a blink of an eye. A prophecy of grudges and curses, separated from the shadow of the sword and the light of the sword, rotting to the bones, but only three minutes of laughter, buried in the yellow sand by the wind, is also a moment of looking back.
Legend has it that the young master, with a flick of his sleeves, shook off a waterfall, splashed rocks, and shattered the thousand-year curse of the sacred mountain. No one knows who the young master is, but the old man guarding the forest of steles in the mountain told people that the young master fell from the sky, with clouds growing under his feet, and the wind blowing gracefully. He walked like a swallow's wings hitting the water, and walked away, and smoke...
Don't ask the young master what happened. The holy mountain and the forest of steles have been in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years. The souls of knights and geniuses have returned to the place. A handful of loess has wiped out the blood and hatred, and the reincarnation of many long-cherished wishes? A thousand-year curse, after a thousand years of water, it will wake up. When the storm rises...