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?

After the Lunar New Year's Eve dinner, according to Great Qin's tradition, it was time to visit relatives in various places, and that's when the hustle and bustle really began.


Wang Anfeng's father had passed away early, and his mother had died even earlier than his father; he had never met elders from either side of the family, so for the Wang family, Lunar New Year's Eve was the main event of the year.


After the dinner, they would actually have plenty of free time.


If it had been during his teenage years, he would have spent the following days with Li Qidao, listening to the old man recount various stories from all over.


Chapter 150 Fiery Flow at the Mountain Base (1/2)