Once Upon a Time, There Was Wang Zhonglou

On the top of Mount Huashan, a young man dressed in white came with a flying sword. Floating on the sea of clouds, the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the old man in black robe who was sitting cross-legged. "Wang Chongyang, Wen Tao, the second best person in the world, has been defeated by my sword. Today I will ask for your sword!" The old man with white hair and beard picked up the wine bottle on his waist and drank it down in one gulp. From whispering at the beginning to laughing loudly at the end: I sometimes feel like two people. One is stuck in this small space and has been hesitating in place for decades. The other has ambitions of thousands of miles and travels all over the rivers and seas. The flowers and soil in that square inch are all my lifelong friends. Thousands of miles away, the sun, moon and stars are all mine. New love, hahahaha, that's all, old man, I can't walk these thousands of miles anymore. Your high-spirited spirit has a bit of the shadow of me when I was young. Today I let you win. With this last sword of my life, I will pass on what I have learned in my life to you. It doesn't matter if you want it or not, but I only ask you one thing. This world is huge and the world is far away. Please do it for me again! This sword is called young man's movement! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.