Dayin: Starting from Manu

The twelfth lunar month. Northern Xinjiang. Chen Fan knelt down in the ice cave to wash the horse. The steward kicked over the barrel, and the warm water splashed on the snow, turning into ice in an instant. He climbed up and bent very low. Blood oozed from the crack in his palm and dripped into the hay trough. The horse lowered his head, sniffed, and chewed. Three years later. Court. The prime minister knelt under the Danqi, shaking like chaff. Chen Fan stood in the shadows, spinning a copper coin on his fingertips. On that copper coin was a faded red string. Star-catching tower. The best swordsman in the world was covered in blood and crawled into the hall: "Chen Fan! Don't you fucking come out again!" He walked out of the darkness carrying a wine bottle: "The fourth bowl, I'll drink it for you." On a snowy night, the blind old man drew a tiger for him while he was boiling sugar. "Sweet. After entering Beijing, don't believe in wearing anyone else's clothes." He figured out seventy-two ways to die. But it doesn't count for people's hearts. Start with Manu. Main plot plot + pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger + extreme contrast + multiple layers of slaps in the face + collapse of faith Read warning: This book has no system, no golden fingers, no surprises from heaven. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.