Seven Stars Jinghong

At the Yuelai Inn in Yangzhou City, the waiter Ah Hong has been cleaning tables for several years. The rag was soaked with the smell of soap and there were thin calluses on his fingertips. He thought that his whole life would be entangled with grease, alcohol, and the coughs of mute men. Until that night, the man in blue shirt said "Xiao Bojun's son" and pierced the cocoon he had woven with silence. The embers of the Lotus Society, the shadow of the Secret Records of the Seven Stars, the cold light of the azure sword, and the fire that burned everything twelve years ago are finally burning before our eyes. Troubled times are like mud, the court is a tiger, and the world is a wolf. Some people came for the secret record, and the knife was hidden in their smiles; some came for the old grudges, and the blood was soaked in the steps; there were even eyes in the darkness, staring at the heart in his chest that was flowing with the blood of the Lotus Society. Will the light of the sword cut through the darkness? Can a new lotus bloom from the ashes? When Jinghong meets Qixing, the escape that started in the inn will eventually carve the answer on the bones of Jianghu with blood and fire. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.