Wenjian

Songs in the rain, plum blossoms in the snow, a pot of turbid wine and a long sword, looking up at the moon, I wonder when the moon will be full and people will be happy. The flowers bloom silently, and the flowers wither even more silently. I asked, what is the Tao that I am asking about, what is the Tao that I am seeking, there are three thousand Tao in the world. There are so many orthodox ways. I only have one sword to break this way and end this worldly world. Give me back a glass of wine. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.