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?

Hong Luoyu's finger technique seemed extremely simple, merely a straightforward overlay, yet due to its simplicity, it was also profoundly difficult.


Imitating the changes in movement technique was easy, but learning this finger technique was extremely hard, even for Wang Anfeng whose martial arts derived from the same lineage as Hong Luoyu's.


A staircase of three thousand steps to heaven, and he had only taken a few steps, still far from reaching the end.


The inn assistant's right hand opened, and the last of the dust fell, his face a blank stupor, completely at a loss.


On the table was a neatly stacked pile of copper coins, their edges seemingly worn smooth by long handling, but the assistant, in his disarray, completely overlooked them.


In the past, he might have been pleased with an extra bit of money for food and drink, but now, the shattered porcelain bowl's value was incomparable even if the copper coins were multiplied tenfold.


Chapter 194 Wrong Blame? (2/2)