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Small town, not big, just one street. It is now before noon. Xiao Long had no trouble finding the small store that hangs the gourd and hangs the horns of the goat, which sells goat soup pots, has just opened its doors, and there are very few diners. Xiaolong walked in like a familiar guest, picked a seat and sat down, asked for a bowl of head and hooves, a plate of white cuts, a catty of wine, and then ate and drank. He did not understand why the Jianghu Langzhong to be so arranged, but also too lazy to guess, anyway, will always be revealed...