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He was sitting on a bench with a firm hand on his belt and a Wu Hook. He is good at breaking scales and stabbing tigers, and his blue pupils are like water in the clear fall. It is a pity that the subject is too brief, and the strong man is not a prisoner of the chapter and verse. The center of the plains is stuck in a fight, and the river waves are cold. The brilliant summer, dim and turbid world, the hundred teachings of the group of heroes, and stand side by side and shine. One person, one horse, one sword, one bow, and one pot of wine.