[Oriental fantasy + troubled times + genius struggle + beauty + genius flow]
They met one fine morning.
"Let me take a closer look, is this the annulled-engagement stream, the farming stream, or the invincible stream... Oh no, the invincible stream doesn't seem to have any use for me."
"Actually, it's possible that it's a loser..."
"Let me go, you actually understand my complaints?!"
Zhang Yuan frowned and looked at the jade ornaments floating in the air. All kinds of wild words were spat out from them like beans. He could occasionally understand a sentence or two, but most of them were incomprehensible.
"Are you willing to become a disciple? Although I don't know how to speak eloquently, just like I don't know how to write an introduction to a book... This sounds like a pyramid scheme leader."
The girl in the gray mist reached out to Zhang Yuan, her skirt billowing like clouds, and her eyes as sharp as knives.
From then on, many years passed.
When the prairie fire of war has swept through this troubled world, the gods projected thunder and punishment on the vast land, the heroes and beauties of Kyushu gave out unyielding war roars in the face of fate, the swords and swords collided into shadows, and the blood and tears became poems.
Zhang Yuan faced south and stood leaning on his sword.
The autumn wind returns sadly, don't ask for a new beginning.
