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?

Beneath the tavern, at the tea stand, Wang Anfeng withdrew his right hand, speaking indifferently,


Zhou Lao San didn't respond, but simply turned toward Wang Anfeng with a beaming smile, performed a bow, and nodded, signaling the deal was settled. Then he pushed open the tavern's main door and walked in, casually shutting the wooden door behind him. Every Jianghu guest present held their breath, not daring to make a sound.


The group of martial artists without weapons looked at him with reverence, wanting to stand and bow to him, but Zhou Lao San raised his hand slightly in a gesture to abstain, then moved upstairs. It wasn't until his footsteps faded away that everyone on the first floor sighed deeply, the atmosphere becoming livelier.


Suddenly, a man couldn't restrain himself, slapped the table hard, and called out,


Chapter 120: A Sword in Hand, 100000 Gold Glittering in the Hall (2 in 1)_2