Ancient Sword and Strange Tales fanfic, because there is a shortage of books, and I like Ancient Sword and Strange Tales very much, so I wrote it again...
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An Xin became a piece of grass, a wasted piece of grass, and then met many friends, and then met a group of close friends many years later, but found that the friends who originally thought they had died or ascended were actually still there, popping up one after another...
Ps: Slow-burning and plain style, mainly the plot version of [Ancient Sword and Legend], interspersed with some of the Four Swordsmen, no research.
Introduction to difficult households, introduction is too difficult.
Intention: Thinking that a friend who died is alive again
