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"My life was paid for by the lives of those seven hundred and eighty-two brothers. Live a day, kill an enemy, and earn a piece of peace - all of which are repaying debts." During the Wu Dynasty of Han Dynasty, young Huo Qubing led 800 light cavalry, and lived and died together with his subordinates, and marched into Monan alone. After a successful battle, only 18 of the 800 people survived. The emperor named him the champion, but he wrote down the names, birthplaces, and family members of all those who died in the battle one by one in the account - the volume of the "List of the Killed in Action" has been weighing on his chest ever since, heavier than the Hou Yin. In the subsequent battles, he was not attacking cities and territories, but returning lives. With a debt of 800 heads, he went to fight the Xiongnu, to conquer the Western Regions, to seal the wolf as his vassal, and to carry away the unjust imprisonment of witches and ghosts. He rushes to the forefront in every battle, never avoiding death, but insisting on living - because he can't afford to die, with seven hundred and eighty-two pairs of eyes watching behind him. From Babai to Mobei, from Chang'an to the Western Regions, from the young god of war to the white-haired veteran. He conquered Hexi, dug out the Silk Road, pacified Northern Xinjiang, and turned the tide against the witchcraft disaster. And his biggest enemy was never outside the Great Wall - it was the unpredictability of the emperor's heart when his power shook the master, a mouthful of black blood when an old injury recurred, and the fear whose name became increasingly blurred over a long period of time. One day, the rocks on Lang Juxu's mountain will grow old and the stone monument will erode. But that list has been written for fifty years and circulated for two thousand years, and there are always people who will comment on it. -- Iron-blooded battlefield, corpses wrapped in horse leather. Family, country and world, life for life. This is another story about Huo Qubing - not a natural god of war, but a debtor in human skin who spends his whole life repaying the four words "live and die together".

After five hundred years of successful learning, Monkey King, the Monkey King, refused to become a Buddha or a king, so he hid outside the city of Chang'an and opened a shabby tavern. Cleaning tables, making wine, and basking in the sun, he was ridiculed by the neighbors as a lazy man, and was considered by the Three Realms to have long since neglected his cultivation. Heaven deplores his depravity, Lingshan deplores his mediocrity, and even the little demon dares to shout: That monkey is old! Until the blood moon crosses the sky, the gate to the ruins opens wide, the chaos gods and demons lead hundreds of millions of demon armies to come, and the three realms are on the verge of destruction! Heaven is powerless, spiritual mountains are silent, and all living beings are in despair-- The bad old man who had been cleaning wine glasses all day slowly put down the wine jar and picked up the rusty iron rod in the corner. The rust peels off and the golden light reaches the sky! The golden cudgel comes out again, shocking the nine heavens! Sun Wukong stood in the air, looked at the army of chaos, and sneered: "If you haven't fought for five hundred years, do you really think that Old Sun has lost his temper?" One stick shatters the sky, two sticks destroy gods and demons, and three sticks determine the universe! The Chaos Gods and Demons trembled and knelt down: Who are you? Sun Wukong carried the stick and chuckled: "I am Sun Wukong, the Great Sage who can defeat the Buddha in a fight. I am the one that this world cannot afford to offend!" Retire, retire, mess with me, I will still destroy your whole family!