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?

"Oh? You don't want to learn my swordsmanship?"


The Taoist's eyebrows slightly raised, displaying no displeasure. He propped his right hand under his chin, tilting his head and looking at Wang Anfeng with interest as he spoke:


"Don't tell me you look down on the sword techniques of a Taoist."


"I, as a Taoist, wouldn't, believe that."


His lips slightly curled into a gentle smile, his facial features extremely soft without a hint of harshness, and with a teardrop mole near his eye, one could imagine how charming his sister must be.


Wang Anfeng, lost for words, pursed his lips and after a long silence, he finally muttered:


With a helpless look, the Taoist watched Wang Anfeng shake his head repeatedly and sighed with a smile:


"Indeed, worthy of being raised by that stubborn fellow."


"To say in passing, to learn only the sword techniques passed down by Ying is indeed so difficult?"


Chapter 141: The Taoist on the Mountain, The Past Events Below the Mountain (2/2)