Three Thousand Riders of Beiliang: Ancestor Lu, Come South!

Xu Fengnian had a dream of the Yellow Millet, and was reborn at the time of his first three-year journey away from home.

"If Li Chungang had never been born, the world would have been as dark as a long night for all eternity." The old man in the sheepskin fur coat was still beneath Tingchao Pavilion.

Old Huang, who loved drinking yellow wine, carried several of the Ten Great Swords in his sword case, and whose final sword move was called Six Thousand Li, was right behind him.

Hong Xixiang, who would reach the Celestial Phenomenon Realm in a single step and ride a crane south of the Yangtze, was still hiding on Wudang Mountain, reading erotic novels.

The woman originally named Hong She, whom he renamed Sweet Potato, and who would bear him a little son called Little Sweet Potato, was right there in the Wutong Garden.

His eldest sister, Xu Zhihu, was in Jiangnan Circuit, and his second sister, Xu Weixiong, was at Shangyin Academy, free of her wheelchair.

The Empress's decree said Chen Yu, who was no less beautiful than Nangong, should enter the palace? Burn it and say it never arrived.

Cao Guanzi, a genius who turned the Kingly Way into the Tyrant's Way, stole my little clay figurine? Li Jianshen, send him a Sword Opening Heaven's Gate.

Oh, right. First, make that ox-rider head south of the Yangtze. So what if he's the Immortal Lu Zu? Three thousand Northern Liang cavalry will trample Wudang Mountain. You're going south of the Yangtze today!

All those regrets that weighed on me, I won't let a single one remain unfulfilled in this life.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.