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?

The elderly Taoist from the Taoist Sect, with hair-raising seniority, finished drinking twenty-one jars of inferior village alcohol with Li Qidao before leaving, taking Zhang Tingyun and Qin Xiao with them as they departed.


The little girl wanted to stay a bit longer, but the sky had gradually darkened.


If she stayed any longer, Elder Zhang Weiran from Jinxian County would probably actually develop a headache.


As they were leaving, Qin Xiao glanced at the pile of empty jars.


He sniffed the air. The smell of alcohol was pungent and tainted with a murky sourness. Qin Xiao instinctively covered his nose and mouth, feeling a sense of disgust.


His father, though born into the Taoist Sect, rarely drank, but his mother hailed from a battlefield lineage, ruling the Sky River and always fond of drinking, so they had plenty of fine wines at home.


He could tell at a glance just how bad this alcohol was.


Not only was it pungent, but it also had a rancid smell.


Chapter 154: Rushing Thunder in the Courtyard (1/2)