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?

Heaven and Earth are the transient lodging for all creatures; Time is the fleeting traveler across a hundred generations.


The world is like the tide, people like water—Two years ago, Fufeng was known for guarding the books, yet now it seems he has been forgotten by all. Hong Feibai showed no trace of oddity; he simply performed a salutation and said:


"Brother Wang's great kindness and virtue are beyond my expression of gratitude. I shall repay you in the future."


Wang Anfeng smiled, inviting Hong Feibai back to sit on the bed while he himself went to the outer room to teach the children how to write. From inside, Hong Feibai watched the young man repeatedly bend over, guiding the children's palms, teaching them how to write the words and their meanings.


Children of six or seven are usually the most active and restless, yet now they were very quiet.


And Wang Anfeng did not show the slightest impatience.


Chapter 2 The Evil Guest in the Village (2/2)