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Jianghu, where is it? Which young man has never fantasized about carrying a long sword, riding wild horses, drinking fine wine, and rejoicing in revenge? Accompanied by beautiful family members like flowers, friends are loyal to the knights. Finally, we have all passed the age of proud princes in white clothes, and martial arts novels have been placed in unknown corners and collected dust. Where are the rivers and lakes? Has she disappeared, or is she just an ideal world from when we were young? No, firewood, rice, oil and salt are the rivers and lakes, love, hatred and hatred are the rivers and lakes, intrigues and intrigues are the rivers and lakes, every flower and tree is the rivers and lakes. The white horse carried the first swordsman and slowly walked into the apricot blossoms and mist of Jiangnan. This is Jianghu... Okay, I confess. In fact, it is a sand sculpture of sand sculptures (?Ω?) (Okay, okay, stop talking! Are you still letting me appear?! Nanxi is complaining crazily...)