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?

When Wang Anfeng passed by, a familiar voice sounded by his ear, and his footsteps paused slightly as he turned toward Hong Hui. He clasped his hands together, his right palm covering the back of his left hand, the blade pointing straight to the ground, solemn and dark, and he deeply performed a bow.


He pursed his lips and said in a soft voice,


"Elder, I have received your compensation."


Hong Hui did not respond, but his gaze held a touch of gratitude.


The scholar, rarely rising, stood solemn and dark, gazing at the endless scenery outside the mountain. Hong Luoyu also did not act as lively as usual, silent, just silent. After a long time, the sly thief sighed and said,


Mr. Ying's face lacked its usual mocking disdain. His eyes deep, reflecting Heaven and Earth, the mountains and rivers, he paused and then said lightly,


Chapter 126 Brandishing the Sword with a Long Roar, Leaning on Kunlun (Combined in One)_2