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The smell of hay and beans, mixed with the sound of an egg cracking, a large black horse in the stable snorted happily and nudged the rough canvas tunic of its guard.,Wei Tu was so frightened that he took a few steps back. After a long time, he touched his face and pushed the wet hair from his shoulders up. Seeing it was still black, he finally relaxed.,It is known that traditional culture has the saying of "fate."。