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... p> A martial artist need not be mentioned, with scarlet smoke rising, big or small.
He alone watches dying things, like the hare caught in the mountains, the fish upended at the bottom of the pond.
The aura of death is like layers of cobwebs entangled, he reaches out to pluck them, yet cannot help but fail...
The good and bad signs in one’s aura, the hundred states of life, the cycle of life and death...
All these are principles.
The heavens and earth have ...
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