Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night

The three-foot green front illuminates the cold, and I walk alone across thousands of mountains in the snow. The electricity in the palm makes dragons and snakes run away, and the wind under the sleeves creates ghosts and monsters. Drunk, lying in the rivers and lakes under the moonlight, smiling and fishing in the mist with a straw hat on. All the false reputations have been sheathed, and I can only talk about my gallbladder and liver in front of the bottle. There are rumors in the world that a three-foot green sword has reappeared in the martial arts world, and the sword is like a dragon, lighting up Jiuzhou. The man holding the sword was nameless and walked alone in the snow, killing monsters in the world, but no one knew his origin. In the past, he was once a proud man from a well-known and upright family, but due to a conspiracy, his family was destroyed and his beloved died tragically. After ten years of sharpening his sword, he entered the rivers and lakes alone, vowing to pay with blood. The sword in the palm is as fast as lightning, and the wind under the sleeve is as cold as frost. Wherever it passes, evil will be punished, and the powerful will be frightened. However, as he approached the truth step by step, he discovered that his enemy was actually the person he respected the most in the past. It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in the world of grievances and grievances; in the end, it is difficult to escape the dilemma of love and justice. Lying drunk in the rivers and lakes, he bought wine on credit by the moonlight; in the mist and rain, he watched the storm turbulent with a smile. The floating fame is like dust, all returned to the scabbard, only strong wine and liver and gallbladder, reflecting the lonely road in this life. The three-foot green front illuminates the cold, and all the false reputation is sheathed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.