Poems and Tears Across the Jianghu

With a sword through the mortal world, do not laugh, my lord; poetic feelings turn to tears, and temples frost white as snow. The spirited Mu Bai and Yun Yi, whose clan was massacred, roam the jianghu, upholding justice and cultivating their skills. Yet the mortal world is complicated, human hearts shift between warmth and cold, and the so-called Great Way stretches without end. What is the jiang? It is countless knights fighting injustice and championing righteousness. What is the hu? It is the helplessness of youth and the tangle of every feeling. The jianghu is not cold and merciless; it is poetic and picturesque. Poetry is the purest expression of emotion, and when countless thoughts and feelings gather into teardrops and fall across the land, that is the jianghu. I am a university student with a clear heart, writing a novel for the first time. Please forgive any shortcomings, dear readers.