He was once a sword hanging on the top of the dark side of the world, codenamed "Guixu".
A handle of bamboo chopsticks can defeat thousands of armies, and a wisp of murderous intent can suppress mountains and rivers.
Five years ago, due to a past that he could not let go and a hidden danger of annihilation, he proclaimed himself a cultivator and secluded himself into the noisiest market. He became a Buddhist young man who was addicted to food and had a disrupted daily routine.
She grew up in an old street. She is the landlord's daughter Su Xiao with a bright smile.
She didn't know that Brother Yan, who always helped her move goods and pay for her meals, had an old scar on his left hand that silenced the world's strongest men.
She only worries about her graduation thesis and the annoying debt collectors, and firmly believes that life is like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the old street, ordinary but sweet.
When the greedy black hand reaches out to this ancient street that carries warmth, the gangster's stick hits the Su's shop——
Lin Yan sighed and put down the half-eaten green onion noodles.
He originally wanted to use "coincidence" and "luck" to continue to protect the three years of stolen peace.
Until the old friend from the past arrived, the old grudges and the crisis of annihilation hit this small town again...
Lin Yan finally realized that eating a bowl of human fireworks with peace of mind is sometimes more difficult than killing all the demons in the world.
So, bamboo chopsticks ordered the king of soldiers, and tea cups suppressed the arrogant ones.
He single-handedly established a "no-arms" boundary for the entire city.
"Don't call me Guixu again."
Under the street lights at the alley, he waved casually to the top experts from around the world:
"Call me Lin Yan. Or... Brother Yan."
