The Speaking Pork Trotter

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.
I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.
Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.
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Under the nightfall of Luocheng City rides a spirited youth, whose steed's hooves echo steadily upon cobblestone streets.

He appears like a character straight from a storyteller's tale, descending from cascades of clouds and venturing forth into the martial world; journeying onward among verdant peaks, he watches as twilight fades into the western sky.

If one were to ask who roams eternally, untethered in this jianghu—

He would reply thus: the gentle breeze, the bright moon, and I.

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Perhaps this is a long story. Please allow me to slowly narrate it.

346. Expedition