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Returning to the Tang Dynasty, my green shirt has not turned white and my youth is still the same. I come here with a sword in my hand, drinking and killing people. Xu Zhe was reborn with the memory of three hundred years of practice, returned to the turbulent Tang Dynasty, folded his pen and crossed his sword and embarked on the path to immortality. In the ink-dyed Tang Dynasty, he saw witchcraft, steam, ghosts, astrology... Since you are a Tang Dynasty person, you should hang three feet above the blue frost and walk with the Tang Dynasty in brocade clothes.

The small house listens to the wind and rain, and the scrolls make beauty. He planned to spend his life peacefully, but suddenly one day, a weasel broke into his life. It asks: "Am I human?" The twenty-year-old scholar came to his senses and had to admit that the peaceful years had finally come to an end. He stood at the door and looked at the world seriously. The wind and rain are contending, the swords are contending, the monks are contending... It turns out that the world is already bustling with people. So this scholar in a long gown plunged headlong into this flourishing age of spiritual practice with a strong spirit. And never looked back.