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?

In this era, if one does not cling to a major power, days of peace are almost unattainable, and everyone lives by the knife's edge. It is precisely because they had experienced the painful past that they so cherish the upcoming tranquility, fighting with all their strength to maintain it.


Tuoba Yue pursed her lips and softly said,


"But, uncle, you must also understand that although Great Qin is in the Central Plains and far from our Charioteer lands, the present Emperor is a wise ruler of the world, and to the north, Northern Hun also has a formidable leader. A conflict between the two nations is inevitable; we may not be able to avoid it."


"However, Northern Hun is bleak and harsh, far less favorable than an alliance with Great Qin."


The middle-aged man looked steadily at the young girl before him and suddenly smiled,


Chapter 162: A Great Wind Blows from the West!!! (10,000-Word Mega Update, the Author is Exhausted)_5