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 Qingyang caravan had ten horse-drawn carts stretching out in a long line on the official road. Unlike the fine horses from the Western Regions that Hong Feibai had bought from the Hu horse traders, these horses pulling the carts were just ordinary nags that moved slowly.


The journey was languid and shaky, enough to make someone dizzy. Several of the fellows riding in carts felt sleepy but, fearing the cold winter air might give them a chill if they slept outside, they inserted their hands into their sleeves and, with great effort, kept their spirits up. They chatted about random topics to pass the time.


Wang Anfeng was still sitting in the very last cart.


This cart was carrying New Year's goods; the carriage extended out a bit at the back, where Wang Anfeng sat on this protruding part, a spot that seemed perilous to ordinary people, yet he sat there with great stability.


Chapter 130 Entering the City (1/2)