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?

Anfeng finished washing up and changed into the newly bought clothes. Just as he stepped out the door, he saw the innkeeper, who had a simple and honest look, halfway sprawled on the ground, his forehead covered with sweat, which puzzled him.


When he glanced up and saw Wang Anfeng approaching, he asked in confusion,


"Brother Wang, what's wrong with the shopkeeper?"


Wang Anfeng turned to look at Zhou Gang, reached out to rub Anfeng's slightly damp hair, and said with a warm smile,


"Shopkeeper Zhou is practicing his martial arts.... When one cultivates Yang-type Inner Strength to a certain degree, it's natural for the whole body to heat up. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."


He looked back at Zhou Gang with a smile in his eyes.


Zhou Gang's body shook violently, and he squeezed out a simple and honest smile, nodding and saying,


Chapter 137 Writing Letters (2/2)