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?

Looking at the young man before him, Wang Anfeng's thoughts were also somewhat complicated.


He had saved A'ping years ago. After long deliberation, he had never let the youth enter Jianghu.


A'ping didn't want Wang Anfeng to see his timid side. Tears had just begun to flow when he raised his hand to wipe them away completely. Raising his head again, the scars on his face appeared fierce, but in Wang Anfeng's eyes, they were merely a sincere smile.


"Ah, right, I've been saving up the repayment for two years…"


Years ago, when he and his father moved to the County City from the village, it was Wang Anfeng who had paid for them. The latter had almost forgotten about it, but he had never forgotten.


Wang Anfeng chuckled, lifting his hand to pat the youth on the head, saying:


"I don't even have the silver on me now."


Chapter 135: The First Lesson of a Jianghu Hero, Run!!! (2/2)