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He is always humble, even when traveling with only two people, he still has his master. He is always diligent, chopping firewood and carrying water are also part of his training. He is always courteous, in the choice between your death or mine, it would naturally be yours. The year he arrived, Da Wei had just turned twenty years old, that despicable yet respectable old witch gave him an identity that made him laugh and cry at the same time. Black helmet black hair, curved bow straight sword, eighteen riders sweeping away the clouds, in the end, it was still him on the imperial flag...