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It took me ten years to go from being his fan to being his shadow. I laughed when he took out the real estate deed and wanted to give me a house that would never see the light of day. I slapped a bill I drew up in front of him: "Teacher Yu, since we can't talk about feelings, let's just calculate the money. My ten years of youth will be calculated in one stroke and no credit will be given."

In AD 184, the Han Empire was in turmoil. When the dignitaries in Luoyang were still fighting for the party, when the Yellow Turban war was about to ignite the Central Plains, thousands of miles away outside the Yumen Pass, a forgotten Han clan clan was standing at the top of Shule City with a blood-stained long sword in his hand. This is the Western Region, the end of the Han territory, and the meat grinder between barbarism and civilization. Liu Zheng, an exile who should have been unknown in the history books, now possesses power that even the Emperor of Luoyang would envy - under his command is the Liangzhou Corps that has survived a hundred battles, under his command are the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions who are fearful and virtuous, and he holds enough silk and spices to buy half the world. He originally wanted to survive in this desolate land, but with the arrival of an urgent blood letter of 800 miles from Chang'an, the gears of fate turned again. "The Han Dynasty will fall, and the artifacts will gather dust." Liu Zheng stroked the Han sword on his waist and looked across the green hills to the distant east. Since you can't defend these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, then let me, the "abandoned son", take it back. In this life, he will lead the cavalry of the Western Regions to break through the Jade Gate, and use the power respected by both the Hu and Han Dynasties to counterattack the old land of the Han Dynasty.