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In September, the leaves of the Taihang Mountains withered. Days of continuous autumn rain, the mountain chill has been thick, to the mountain to burn incense to return the wishes of the joss stickers, than usual a lot less. This night about two o'clock, the mountain suddenly ran to a long black man, braving the rain and wind, along a high hill toward the mountains. Suddenly, under the hillock a whistle, rushed out of a group of hand-held blade of the jianghu heroes, to block the way, black-robed big...