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?

Wang Anfeng eventually parted ways with the Qingyang trading caravan.


He only stayed with this caravan for a day, and of the hundred "Copper Coins" he had, only about a dozen copper coins were returned to him; the rest had ended up in the caravan Shopkeeper's leather pouch. These Copper Coins had gone through countless hands over the years, worn smooth by the wear, the characters on them somewhat blurred and unclear.


Wang Anfeng weighed them in his hand, these Copper Coins were lighter than his own by about ten percent.


Spending is all the same, but if you're going to throw them at someone, surely the heavier ones are more suitable.


Chapter 138 Jianghu Has Departures (1/2)