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On the street, Lin Yue was stunned to see the twelve wisps of smoke being dispersed by the wind.

The scholar continued to recite a poem along the way, and as he walked forward, he had already reached the heart of the street. He slowly stopped, turned around, smiled at Lin Yue, and said: "Little brother, can you invite this old man to have a drink?"

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment