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The mountains and rivers are stirred by wind and thunder, and the clouds and waters are churning and the world is strange; The cold light is photographed and the wind chirps, and the soldiers fight with the sound of gold and iron. Thousands of miles galloping in the business spirit, three-foot sword across the ghosts and gods; When the sea reaches the end, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I become the peak. This is a swordsman's journey