People in Jianghu

Wolf smoke rises in the desert north, and the cold wind wrinkles the blood of the setting sun. The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are dyed, and the shadows float on the boat in the evening, waiting for the moon like a hook. The mountains and rivers throughout the ages are like poems and paintings. If you wipe your sword and ask the world, if you want to be king, who dares to be the hero? The white horse chases youth through the gap, lying drunk in the world of mortals, lingering for several times, and the red color is broken with tears. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.