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?

"Feibai, this place is at least a hundred miles from that city."


His voice was a bit feeble; at that moment, he felt that anything he said was so pale.


Hong Feibai nodded in silence, pulling the carriage and the young girl on it, stepping onto the steep mountain road and onto the official road. Snow had fallen on the ground, and as far as the eye could see, everything was blanketed in white. He was very familiar with the destination that Ma Hongkuo's drawn route pointed to, almost without the need for any memory or thought.


It was there, before that street, he met his junior sister, and then was taken in by his Master.


Under the third Chinese parasol tree inside the old street, he received his sword.


Every year, he would spend three months of time there.


"Hey, little beggar, what's your name?"


Chapter 113: The Only Person With White Hair (Two in One)_3