Daqian Jianghu Fengyunlu

The story of one person is just a story, but the story of a group of people is a world. The rivers and lakes are so big that they are full of fish and dragons, but the rivers and lakes are so small that there is only a square of grave soil left. There is a young man with a knife, holding his sister's hand, trying to find a home that belongs to them; There was a girl who ran away from her family, met a blind man, and wandered around the world ever since; There is a storyteller who travels all over Daqian and Jiuzhou, telling the world about the love, hatred and good stories of this river and lake; There was someone wearing black clothes and covering his face with one eye; there was someone standing in front of the door with a sword in one arm; Some people are looking for their father, some are seeking revenge, some are drinking hot tea, and some are drinking old wine. A person drinking alone has a story, but a group of people drinking has a world.