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A ridiculous story is not a legendary life. Withered leaves in the wind and withered poplars in the sand; holding a sword in hand, the sword is dancing; but there is no help, and my heart is desolate; after this remaining life, thousands of miles are filled with sorrow. An imaginary world, people who don't exist. We strive to be original, any similarity is purely coincidental.

Wouldn't it be better to live a plain life? With so many ups and downs, you thought you were writing a novel! Wouldn't it be better to live a peaceful life? What's the point of fighting and killing all day long? How wonderful it is to hold a beautiful woman in your arms, enjoy tea in the sunshine, and drink wine in the evening breeze. This is a different world. Behind the turmoil is the growth of young people.