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.
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Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng nodded, seemingly understanding yet not quite.


He just felt that Lao Li's mention of those elders, could it be that they had once met him? Otherwise, why would they feel joy at heart?


Li Qidao was unwilling to delve deeper, and so he didn't press on, unaware that these elders mentioned by the old man were all protagonists from the stories of his childhood.


Impartial as justice, his feats in battle uncountable, yet he surrendered for the sake of his soldier's lives, committing suicide the day after surrender; the famous general who led three thousand elite troops to defeat thirty thousand enemies, returning with only thirteen riders; and the strongman who single-handedly held back eight thousand of Yan Country's ferocious Tiger Roar Camp soldiers...


Li Qidao, alone, drank bowl after bowl.


Wang Anfeng stood by, holding the wine jar, which was already nearing empty again. He shook the wine jar and looked towards Li Qidao, saying softly,


Chapter 149 Another New Year's Eve Night (2/2)