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I seemed to have had a dream, a very long dream, where the mountains and rivers were beautiful and the city was full of spring and grass. In a trance, I saw the man who was obsessed with thoughts, using his Tao to attack his cripples, and his white clothes stained with blood; I saw the unruly beauty in troubled times, the crescent moon melted into the last glint of the sword; I heard the sound of the piano and came with the breeze, but finally I didn't see the young man in white who was isolated in the cold night; I want to admire the precious chessboard where all living beings are the pieces, but all I see is the untouched green shirt that is reluctant to place the piece; The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. Jianghu is a dream, right and wrong, people come and go. There are always endless stories and endless love in the world... Enough said, young master, draw your sword!