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"Do not worry about the thousand-mile journey; the winds will beckon your arrival."
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Dan Qingsheng laughed freely.
Master Huang Zhong picked a plum branch to carry with him in the outside grove. With his guqin on his back, his white beard fluttering in the wind, the weariness on his face faded, giving way to a renewed flush of vitality.
The waters of West Lake, the breezes there, and the Broken Bridge before my eyes. It was once a challenge to appreciate the scenery here—a pavilion, a fishing gull. What about now, can it ever look the same as before?
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"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao of the Second, Brother Zhao of the Third... Brothers of Zhao!"
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Dan Qingsheng shouted loudly, "Let's go."
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"Ha ha ha!"
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The Bald Vulture laughed boisterously, "The martial world is vast and the road is never-ending."
The Black and White Scholars nodded and smiled, "They say after leaving Mei Manor, you come upon Xiaoxiang. Life is a game of Go wherever you go."