Xie Zhiyi, the youngest Tanhua Lang in the dynasty, was known as "Little Zhuge". He is well-read in poetry and books, and has an insight into people's hearts. From temple and government affairs to trivial matters, there is nothing he can't handle. Until, the emperor issued an edict and released him to the south of the Yangtze River. The euphemistic name was "to observe the sentiments of the people", but in fact, he was asked to deal with an old case involving the martial arts world. Xie Zhiyi:? Your Majesty, I am a civil servant, not a military officer, let alone a storyteller! However, it is hard to disobey your orders. Xie Zhiyi set foot on the land of Jiangnan with a lot of ink and a few ideas about Jianghu (mostly from story books). The Jianghu in his imagination is a chivalrous style of taking pleasure in vengeance and drinking meat and wine. The result? Good news: He did meet a lot of "chivalrous people." Bad news: These "chivalrous men" are either fighting or on their way to a fight, and the reasons for fighting are all kinds of weird, ranging from "What are you looking at?" To "Why am I looking at you?" To fighting over a piece of stinky tofu. What's even more terrible is that these grievances and grievances are intricately entangled with local officials, powerful families and even court murders. Xie Zhiyi was deeply troubled. How could he, a weak civil servant who only knew how to write eight-legged essays and calculate accounts, survive among these lunatics flying over walls and flying over walls with swords and swords flashing? He can't even tell the difference between "qinggong" and "internal strength"! But in order to survive and fulfill his sacred mission, Tan Hwa Lang had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry out his tricks in the officialdom of "borrowing others' strength", "pointing the mulberry tree and scolding the huai tree", and "making false claims in the east and attacking in the west" intact to the world of politics. "What? Are you competing?
