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?

On the second day at Chen hour, Lin Qiaofu sat in the inn's first floor, cupping a tea cup with a somewhat distracted air, her mind occupied by the remarks Wang Anfeng made yesterday.


She wasn't particularly concerned about the taste of the candied hawthorn.


Beside her, Lv Baiping also seemed listless, propping her chin with her left hand, idly fiddling with the tea cup lid with her right hand.


Only Gong Yu remained completely composed and energetic, sitting at the table sipping tea with a calm demeanor, attracting the gaze of everyone in the inn without uttering a word. If not for the chilling longsword placed on the table and the burly Elder Lu standing behind her with a saber at his waist, plenty of fearless souls would have already approached to make conversation.


Such a beauty was rare to see even in Guan City.


Chapter 219: Sword List Thirteen (2/2)