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On the top of the mountains, someone was flying into the sky on a dragon, soaring upwards. Above the Buddhist hall, someone's green lanterns were extinguished and they were chanting sutras and lamenting the emptiness. In the academy, there were people who talked and laughed and became saints. Far away from the rivers and lakes, there are people drinking and singing, with swords and swords flying. Three thousand worlds of mortals, I have also swayed across. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, I also travel with the wind. That day, a young man was at the foot of the mountain, looking at the avenue of heaven and earth, fascinated by it.