Time goes by, gatherings and separations are just the blooming and falling of a flower.
Many years later, far away in the capital, I heard about a man wearing red clothes. He draws his sword extremely fast and seals his throat when blood is seen. People call him Chi Xiao. He is a shadow killer who can help you kill your opponents as long as you can afford the price. In the vast rivers and lakes, no one knows what his real name is, no one knows where he comes from, and where he is going. They only know that a brilliant peach blossom will be left on the chest of everyone who dies under his sword.
It is a memorial, but also a ridicule...
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