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?

Two hundred li may seem long, but on horseback or in a carriage, it's not much of a distance at all. The decent horses in Jianghu can cover eight hundred li in a day; those that qualify as fine steeds can even go a thousand li per day. So, how much faster would the famous horse be that Yuchi Jie had bought for a large sum of money?


Though it might seem extravagant to use a fine horse to pull a carriage, something others might find as wasteful as burning a zither to cook a crane, the speed was not a bit slow. Yuchi Jie found himself quite satisfied, feeling his silver hadn't been wasted. He paid no mind to the pitying glances from passersby.


All along the way, Wang Anfeng rode at the front, his wooden sword still strapped to his back; however, the Broad Sword he had obtained from the Qingfeng Edge was simply hanging on one side of the saddle. Its scabbard swayed slightly with the horse's gait, ready for unsheathing at a moment's notice in case of sudden danger.


Chapter 222 Waiting for Him to Come (1/2)