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This book has a total of 42 chapters. It takes the intertwined destinies of the male and female protagonists as the main line, bringing out the disputes among various sects in the world and the love and hatred of many famous masters. In this book, there are all kinds of sects in the world, big and small, but the four sects that dominate the world are the scholars, farmers, craftsmen, and merchants. Among them, the scholars are divided into four sects: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Therefore, martial arts skills are no longer just the skills of fists, feet, and swords, but also the practice of playing piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as the work of craftsmen and farmers. Everything in the world is a result of effort; every undertaking in the world is a result of cultivation. In the world dominated by men, there is an isolated sect called the Jialing Sect. The disciples are women for generations, and their profession is to cure diseases and save people. Although they have developed profound skills, they are only for health preservation and self-defense. Although he never intervened in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu, his disciples were all so beautiful that they caused countless heroes to break their hearts. Therefore, there was a rumor that "Jia Ling appeared and the Jianghu was uneasy". The Jialing sect, which had been extinct for nearly a hundred years and had become a legend, suddenly had a female disciple appear on the scene and astonished the world with her peerless appearance and peerless medical skills. And the series of tragedies in the world before and after her appearance seemed to have once again verified that terrifying rumor. Is she the Medicine Buddha who is as clear as glass inside and outside, or is she the bloodthirsty and cruel Yaaksha? When Jiang Chao retreated, he discovered that the cause of all the tragic endings turned out to be a chess game many years ago. The dangers of the rivers and lakes are like thousands of years of snow that is difficult to melt, but true love is like summer flowers blooming under the glacier. The last thing I saw in my eyes was your look of reluctance. The last thing that echoed in my ears was your call that came back a thousand times. This is the greatest gift given to me by cruel fate.