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, seeing the elderly man in the courtyard, felt somewhat surprised. He quickened his pace with Zhang Tingyun, reached out to push the door but found that his small courtyard was still firmly locked.


Clearly, the elder had entered through some means forbidden by the Great Qin Ministry of Punishment.


Wang Anfeng, though helpless, had already grown accustomed to this; after all, the key he had provided for Li Bo was never used by the old man. Either he climbed over the wall or banged the door loudly. He then took out the key from his bosom, opened the door, and led the others into the courtyard.


The black bear was still somewhat hesitant, reaching its paw towards the door several times without wanting to stretch it inside. The red horse in front of the group turned back and whinnied. Its mane lifted slightly, almost as if flames were ascending. The large bear blinked fiercely and stepped in.


The bear seemed to be trying to please.


Chapter 153 Drinking (2/2)