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The desert is vast and the setting sun is like blood. To the northwest, a group of people is hidden in the sky. After a few sticks of incense, accompanied by the messy Dede, a few people dressed in black, with red horses on their crotches and green swords hanging on their waists, turned over and dismounted, leaned over and grabbed something, and then suddenly focused their eyes and chased after them. Riding under the sweaty horse, for whom is the black clothed and green sword coming? Is the royal family in trouble? Or is it a vendetta? Or is it the crime of harboring a treasure? Who is real? Who is fake? Or is it both true and false? Whose sword is it? Who is whose shadow? The long yellow sand, the ups and downs of several generations are finally known.