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 face showed no change, but he was truly shocked at heart.


However, he soon noticed that the woman's gaze was falling to one side of him, which brought him some peace of mind.


He knew that the "senior" Zhu Ling mentioned could definitely not be that strange Taoist from the Shaolin Temple with white hair at a young age, much less the scholar in green who never spoke kindly.


Wang Anfeng was now dressed in an ordinary green robe, with a jade hairpin in his hair and a sword on his back.


Master Jiang Shouyi had once said that a gentleman should be as mild as jade; hence, fittingly, he wore a piece of fine jade on one side of his belt, shaped like a crescent moon. The jade pendant was intricately carved with the design of a flying dragon coiled around it.


Chapter 171 So, What's the Price? (2/2)