There was a fake monk who wanted to be a real monk, so he went down the mountain with a young man who didn't use knives but only sold them, a cousin who was not related to him, and a swordsman who liked to wear white clothes but didn't like to wash clothes.
All things yesterday are like death yesterday; all things today are like birth today.
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Everyone says that the arena of eighteen years ago was the real arena.
At that time, the guy with the sharpest knife always drank the strongest wine on credit, the cold-faced girl who always liked to draw swords was worried about not being able to make friends all day long, the young man who was so poor that he only had money was hiding from love debts all over the world, and the good-tempered ranger stood aside and smiled lightly.
By the way, there is another smart person who often ridicules these guys for their lack of ambition and potential.
What does it mean to be ambitious and promising? Smart people secretly think that they probably don't count. After all, in the end, no one could live well.
So, these little carrot heads now go to find the answer.
"The reason why we pursue the past is to get out of it, get out of the fog, and then walk on the road to where we want to go."