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 room was originally a main hall of a Taoist temple.


Hong Feibai knelt on the ground, looking at the girl in the coffin. Her black hair spread out, partially covering the grotesque wound. The blood on her face had been wiped clean by an elder, so now if one ignored the bloodstains on her body, she merely appeared to be sleeping.


It was like the past when they practiced martial arts in the mountains, like when she watched him practice his swordplay, became tired from watching, wearied from waiting, then simply sat down at the base of an old tree on a limestone rock.


She would close her eyes in the warm spring breeze, waiting for him to finish his swordplay, waiting for the sunlight to dim.


And waiting for him to carry her back down to the sect's gate.


Waiting for the impatient scolding from Master and the laughter of Master's wife, waiting for the meals that seemed always to be just freshly made…


Chapter 106 Who am I? (2/2)