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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.,His gaze swept over those few people, saying nothing. He slung his pack over his shoulder and, amidst the complex gazes of his fellow disciples, strode down the mountain.。