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In the north of Hanhe County and west of Wushan Mountain, there is a river as thin as an old sword blade. There is a small clan that is about to be wiped out by the river, with thirty acres of ancestral land, two old ponds, an ancestral hall that has been in disrepair, and a broken lamp that has been used for a hundred years. There is no fairy fire in the lamp, no weapon spirit, and it cannot illuminate a prominent future. It will only shine an inch faintly when the fate of the family is about to end. That year, the cold evil entered the body of the two sons of the Shen family, and they were about to die; the Zhao family took advantage of the situation and forced the fields to cut off its roots; the Xu family in the county secretly cultivated medicine, and the outer gate of Bailu Mountain was about to open, and all forces were grabbing the opportunity to climb up. It was also that year that Shen Linchuan, the eldest son of Shen, saw the ancestral lantern appear for the first time in the ancestral hall on a rainy night. "There is a spring in Beiling."