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The dragon rises in the Ming Dynasty, and a ship sails westward. Holding a "broken" sword, a gourd of sake, and a drunken heart, the young master smiled lightly. There are still many divergent roads today. Even if the fairies, demons and demons stand in the way, I will have no regrets in this life. Waiting to start from scratch, looking at the green mountains, leaving only a good reputation and no mention in the world. And there is a song in the rivers and lakes, if the sky is sentimental, the sky is also old, the young master pity the flowers and sneer: "I have been wandering alone for ten years, with a bitter sword, drunk and desolate. The floating life is like a dream, and the heart is warm, and I can't help it. I say that the sky pities the world, it's ridiculous what God's will is up to. Sighing on life, it is just a dust in the three thousand worlds, and the prosperous place is all nothingness."