Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

The next day, Wang Anfeng presented the Buddha Beads from Ci and the scroll painting from Mr. Ying to Li Bo.


Today was supposed to be sunny and clear, but there was a sound like a longsword cleaving through the sky, chilling everyone in Great Liang Village to the spine and making their scalps explode. In the blink of an eye, however, they were enveloped by a warm and upright aura as if the terrifying moment had just been an illusion.


The melodious sound of the guqin under the old scholar tree suddenly stopped.


Jiang Shouyi slightly furrowed his brow, looking up at the sky that remained unchanged, and softly said:


"Heaven and Earth follow the Tao, tread lightly, and proceed without fault."


His voice resonated and dissipated; the world, frozen by the Qi mechanism, returned to normal; the sword Qi that soared to the skies slowly vanished with righteousness, leaving only the autumn sky clear as usual. The guqin music resumed, still serene, drawing birds to pause.


Chapter 7 Cultivation Day