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The snow is sharp and cold, the iron armor is lonely, The lingering sound of the Qiang flute has no return note. Three years old, Jin Ge's tomb, Iron Ji Yuying Huangquan Road. In the windy evening, there are bamboos holding bamboos, Who will chase away the dark plum blossoms? Kun held the silver gun tightly in his hand, Shu held the broken soul knife tightly in his hand, Because of the battlefield, the two met each other, The first day of office is unpredictable, Where can he be sent? For whom is the door of Sanshengshi opened? How do people view everything in the underworld? Please open this book, It will tell a different kind of legend!

Who is the sword pointed at? What does a broken sword mean? Every weapon has its own memory. How much is the uniqueness? Is what is contained in the dazzling twilight window happiness or misery? A young man poked a hole in the window paper with his hand, and a beam of sword light came out. After the light dissipated, the brothers and sisters along the way were still enemies. They finally became the rumors among storytellers, and they could tell a lifetime in just 10,000 words. At this time, a staggering old man was sitting in front of the pub, and a waiter slowly walked over. "My guest, do you want to hear the story of "Sword Yao"? It only costs thirty coins."