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Lighting a fire in the kitchen, serving food in the main room, being sold to a landlord's house for silver coins - sixteen-year-old Xiao Zhewan couldn't even serve a meal. At the Feng family's poetry meeting, the fourth young master Feng Bufan wrote a poem for her: "The swans flutter their wings towards the end of the clouds, but they don't care about the crows pecking at the grass in the tents." She is the crow in his eyes. Not worthy of a melon with a single stem, only worthy of a noble family's jade, food, locks, and fragrance. She didn't cry. She clenched her fist under the moonlight and created Jinluan Fist. Twelve postures turned her from prey to hunter. The eight skills allowed her to change from protecting herself to killing the enemy. From the maniac to Sun Demao, from Zhao Yuanlong to the foreign boxing champion Jack Smith - she was not a born warrior, she was forced out by the world that wanted to turn women into goods. A group of heroic heroes: Ye Qiutang, Lu Chengfeng, Mu Qingluan, Qin Xiaoyi, and Old Man Songyun. They fought in the arena from teahouses, from Yihongyuan to Qingyuan Temple, from Linjiang Town to the provincial capital, and from the provincial capital to foreign banks. There was blood and fire all the way, until the imperial court mobilized troops to encircle and suppress him, and until the foreigners pressed their guns against their chests. Mu Qingluan rode alone into the ocean formation, Qin Xiaoyi beat the Dengwen drum, and the old man Songyun committed suicide by taking poison. Xiao Zhewan stood on the ruins of Qiuci City and looked at the devastation and asked: What did we hold on to? The wind came from the west and blew up the red tassel on her wrist - it was taken off her mother's wedding dress. It was faded and frayed, but it was still there. She said: "Keep yourself safe." A woman is not a sparrow, she can also be a luan. Where the red tassel floats, there is the green mountain.

Chen Zhuguang, a freshman at the Martial Arts Academy, is extremely talented, but he is blocked downstairs in his dormitory - he will either give up his place in the competition or be beaten until he gives up. He refused. The 70-pound fist hit the 180-pound iron plate and he fell. Tang Zhixia helped him up and handed him a note: I will pick you up in five years. Wait for me. After three months of devilish training, he fought from the rainforest to the desert, from the snowy mountains to the underground boxing ring. I've broken ribs, broken fists, killed people, and been killed by others. Lao Zhao, Yan Long, Fatty Sun, Zhou Xiaohai-these names are carved into his bones, and each one of them taught him one thing: pain is not a reason to fall. Five years later, when he returned to Xicheng, his grandma was gone, Liao An was gone, and so was Tang Zhixia. There was only one red scarf left - knitted by his father, dark red, like dried blood. He tied the red scarf around his neck, walked into the Qingxuan group, and walked into the death trap set by the Jin family. Facing the genetically modified ultimate opponent, his combat power value was only 998. Opponent 998. "I'm not here to win. I'm here to perform," he said. He was nine days late for the five-year appointment. But promise, never be late. The blood on the blade, the promise in desperate situations. The red scarf is a relic left by his father, and it is also his unbending backbone in this life.

Introduction to "Kiuci City" Anxi, an isolated city of Qiuci in the Tang Dynasty. The Hexi Corridor has been cut off, and one hundred thousand Tubo cavalry are besieging the city. Reinforcements from Chang'an will never come. Guo Xin stood on the city wall, her white hair like snow in the wind. He guarded this city for forty-three years, from the age of thirty-five to sixty-eight, and from black hair to white hair. The Mo Dao stuck in the city bricks, like an iron tree growing out of the stone. There are less than 20,000 fighting soldiers in the city. There were no reinforcements, no food, and no one even knew how many reigns Chang'an had changed. They used copper coins from the "Fifteenth Day of the Dali Calendar" - and Chang'an had already changed its Yuan to "Jianzhong". The fire in the mint reflected the faces of the white-haired soldiers. They said: Chang'an no longer wants this city, but this city still needs the Tang Dynasty. Li Xuange - lost his father at the age of four and joined Guo Xin at the age of twenty. He said that "fame can only come from a horse", and he will live up to this sentence throughout his life. Gongsun Jie - lived in the Gobi Fengsui, never joined the army or returned to the city, and carved a year number on the stone wall every year. The sword was sharpened for sixty years and unsheathed once. Gao Fat - Scattered all the family wealth, went to the fields with their hoes, and used their hoes as weapons. He died with his mother's naan in his arms. Ashina - walked from Qiuci to Chang'an, passed the Jinshi examination, and became an official, but nothing changed. When the news of the city's destruction reached her ears, she knelt on the city wall of Chang'an, facing the west, and cried silently all night long. The city is broken. Guo Xin died in battle at the top of the city, facing the east. He said: "Chang'an abandoned me, but I will not abandon Datang." Forty years later, the Guiyi Army regained Hexi. Ashina burst into tears when she heard the news - she had not waited for this day, but someone had waited for her. Those who defended the city died