Jianghu Xianlu

The land of China is full of splendor, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque, but there are so many strong men and heroes everywhere in the world. Reborn as a human being, practicing hard, only to see the green mountains stained with blood, the sunset shining in the evening, and tears streaming down the sky. The law of Taoism is ruthless, but the world is ruthless. The rivers and lakes are treacherous, and the path to immortality is restless. I only wish. A sword shakes the wind and rain, a knife cuts the neon lights, a long song moves the nine heavens, and a heroic spirit shakes the sky. Looking back, the mountains are still green, looking up, the sky is also blue, and moving forward, there are wind and rain all the way, and rainbows all the way. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.