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's body felt somewhat stiff.


It was as if he had returned to the days before he practiced martial arts, standing there blankly.


Even his breathing had unconsciously slowed, while his perception extended to its greatest extent. He could clearly catch even the light sound of a breeze passing through distant withered branches.


After confirming this, a flicker passed through Wang Anfeng's eyes. The world that had been repressed in his perception instantly came alive. He took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and then took several large steps to the door.


Raising his hand, he rested it on the wooden door.


He paused, then, as if using all his inner strength, he pulled the wooden door open forcefully. This door had been used for a long time. With a creaking sound, it almost came off, shaking loose a lot of dust that scattered on his blue shirt.


Wang Anfeng's eyes widened as he looked at the old man dozing on the bed.


Chapter 148 Old Times with Drinks (1/2)