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Zhao Fu Yun was taken out of the Zhao family by his aunt when he was thirteen years old and sent to practice in the courtyard under Tian Du Mountain. It has been thirteen years since then.,While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。