Little Building Listens to Wind and Clouds

Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world.
But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world…

PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation.
PS2: The second place in the world is also good
PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze

Yang Ge pushed open his own courtyard gate, and Huang rushed in impatiently, its ears perked up like airplane wings, excitedly running back and forth in the house.


Seeing its lively form, Yang Ge smiled knowingly and turned to Zhao Miao behind him, making a "please" gesture: "Please come in!"


Zhao Miao gave him a big smile, lifted his leg over the dark threshold, and stepped into the bright sunlight of the courtyard.


Yang Ge followed her into the yard, gently closing the door behind them.


Zhao Miao stood in the center of the courtyard as if she were visiting Chaimen Street for the first time, curiously looking around this not very spacious but warm and inviting little courtyard.


In fact, she had been here more than once.


But this time, she wasn't here as a guest.


Yang Ge put away Zhao Miao's small bundle in the inner room and came out wearing an apron: "I'll tidy up a bit and then start the fire for cooking."


Chapter 277: The Major Stronghold of the Nine Borders