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Traveling through Douluo, Han Qingyan awakened a strange Tang Dao. Zhi Ge·No Injury - The sword bounces back to stop the attack, dodges without injury and attacks the weak one. Mental power acts as another martial spirit. Early in the morning in Holy Soul Village, Old Jack picked up a baby that neither cried nor made fuss. The door of the blacksmith shop was ajar, and a skinny little girl with a little blue hair was sitting on the threshold. "Han Qingyan." "Tang Anning." He came to her with books and candied haws. She learned to act coquettishly and blush. The days are like the streams in Notting City, flowing leisurely. The fruit of the peach tree ripened six times. They walked from under the tree to the lake, and they changed from two people to three people. Tang Hao said, walk your own path. Ah Yin's vines will gently pinch people's cheeks. Ling Yu lay on top of Han Qingyan's head, like a hat that could flap its wings. Not all childhood sweethearts point to separation. Not all fates are written in the original works. This is a story about companionship. Sweet. Occasionally a little sour. Like candied haws, and like any good dream I watched while nestling under the quilt this winter.