This age of peace descended into chaos, leaving the land devastated. A scholar, alone with his horse and skilled in both letters and arms, set out to stabilize the realm and serve as a worthy minister. Yet, trapped by love, he ended up slaying his sovereign.
A tale of war, with the soul of a wuxia saga: icy rivers and iron horses, crashing waves against the shore, and the desolate banks of the Yi River, where a warrior lies by the bedside.
The swordsman bears the grudge of a slaughtered family, while even the cold-blooded have their loves and feuds.
One day, seeing beacon fires rise, heroes gathered to contend for the land; hearing the war drums urge them on, the young men vied to lead the charge.
Ha! Strap on your armor, draw your blades, mount your horses with spears at the ready, and ride forth, brimming with spirit. Slay the generals, take their heads, and win a title of nobility.
Hah! Corpses pile like mountains, blood runs like rivers, and a thousand miles of land lie barren, bones strewn across the fields. Children cry, wives grieve. When will it end?
When the smoke of war clears, the roads and fields have become a living hell. The drums and music ring out, a new king sits upon the throne, and another autumn comes.
The age of chaos returned to peace, with all things waiting to be rebuilt. The scholar had once brought peace to the realm, alone with his horse. He had hoped for a wedding to a beloved, with youthful black hair and rosy cheeks, but love began and ended, leaving only the mortal world behind.
In the fading light of old age, he walks alone. Whenever the evening breeze passes beneath the bodhi tree, can you still remember that day, the young man who came down the mountain?
It's well written. If you've read too many pretentious and slap-in-the-face videos, this is a good book. It's a great book with potential.