Jianghu Yi Nian Gu

New people, new works, new arrivals in Feilu, telling an old Jianghu story, or imitating others, or painting tiger-like cats, however, what I feel in my heart is just like what the poem says: The young man wanders into the world in a handsome way, and stays with him when his love is strong. He has a chivalrous mind for world affairs and kills traitors and traitors with his sword. When the storm rises, we show off our heroes, and when the tide falls, we play the flute under the moon. There are no regrets when the horse rides in China, but there is no loneliness in my heart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.