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That year, he rode alone with a long sword, blood staining his red robe, cutting down enemies amidst thousands of horses and soldiers. That year, he sailed a boat, singing and chanting, beautiful women lightly covering their sleeves, the green silk canopy fluttering in the wind, how many times did they rest? That year, the vast desert was covered in snow, he held his sword upright on horseback, eighteen thousand iron cavalrymen, going west out of Yangguan Pass, all along the way was prosperity. That year, purple air rose from all eight directions, he got drunk and never stopped, the yellow flag with the red seal, the imperial court laughed and talked, casting a foundation for the country that would last forever. Before, he was the overlord of the underworld, now he wants to be the one who holds the reins of the empire!