"There are seasons when the flowers bloom, but no one knows when the horse thief arrives." The horse thief and the peach blossom are the bread and love in "Evil in the East and Poison in the West".
In all walks of life, some seek justice, while others seek fame and fortune.
Killing horse thieves, some people seek life, some people want to send emptiness.
Walking in the rivers and lakes does not necessarily have an iron and blood heart.
Killing horse thieves, but there must be swords and shadows.
The swords meet, and life cries on the edge of the blade.
Between light and shadow, the soul dances on the tip of the sword.
A gentle knife can be thrilling.
A stunning shot can also be breath-taking.
In the shadow of swords and swords, everyone gambles.
To win is to win with grace, and to lose with style.
To be born to be dashing, to die to be happy.
Time is like a song, there are always ups and downs; people are in the rivers and lakes, there are always ups and downs.
Heroes are down and out, horse thieves are never cut off.
No matter how noble the sword is, it will inevitably point at Xiao Xiao.
Killing a group of horse thieves may not necessarily be famous in the world, and being killed by a group of horse thieves will certainly not be famous for eternity.
When the horse thief was killed, Dongxie was not Dongxie, and Beibei was not Beibei.
When killed by a horse thief, the blind warrior is just a blind warrior.
Live without a surname, die without a name.
You can't be a hero in life, and you can't be a hero in death. This is the sadness of Jianghu people.
If you can't return to your hometown in life, and you have to look back to your hometown in death, this is the mourning of a blind warrior.
Jianghu people always look to the township, and the Yiren who never forgets is like a ray of fragrance left on the front of the clothes. The fragrance of midnight is the most gut-wrenching, like the ethereal singing, like the faint stars, like the autumn rain dripping into the heart, like the alcohol seeping into the blood.
"The trees are full of trees and charming and red," Yiren is beautiful for him.
"Zhu Xia runs through thousands of strands", Yiren adores him.
"Sunset wind blows red all over the ground", Yiren felt sad for him.
"In one spring, the beauty is old," Yiren died for his youth.
"Light and thin peach blossoms flow by water", he is miserable for Yiren.
"People who cherish flowers can't sleep after listening to them", he tossed and turned for Yiren.
"People don't know where to go", he was displaced for the Iraqi people.
"Find Taoyuan to avoid Qin", he forgot the past for Yiren.
Peach blossoms are charming, not as graceful as Yiren; flowers have a period of time, not as short-lived as love; spring is fleeting, not as impermanent as the world.
People in the rivers and lakes sacrifice their lives and forget to die, and they will never forget that it is on the water side.
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