That Year the Peach Blossom Sword Was Fifteen

That young man, lying under the shade of a tree and falling asleep, dreamed of a scholar in white who resolutely went to die to take his own name. The old swordsman drank a sip of gourd wine and drew his sword to cut off the river for eighty years. When he woke up from the dream, it was all in vain. In the year 157 of the Daxuan calendar, Emperor Xuanwu passed away. Sixty years passed, and a young man came out of the Changmen carrying a sword box to write about the world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.