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?

Not until the carriage had disappeared from view did the young man finally withdraw his gaze.


He raised his hand and gently ruffled the hair of the little girl in his embrace, lost in thought.


The little girl, curious, looked up at him, wondering why the young man who had just been telling her a story was suddenly staring off into space. Two strands of long hair fell by his temple, giving him a somewhat delicate and attractive appearance.


Out of curiosity, she reached out and twined the strand of black hair around her finger, gently playing with it.


As the donkey cart hit a small pothole and jolted slightly, the young man came to his senses, placed his right hand on the top of the little girl's head, paused, and then suddenly spoke:


The man driving the cart was startled and almost thought he had misheard, but then quickly pulled the reins tight, and the donkey, already old, naturally came to a halt.


That man turned around and, with a flattering smile, said:


Chapter 189 Idle Chess (Part 1) (1/2)