Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, it is about being involuntarily.
My name is Tang Wenlin, an ordinary person who came from the plains of eastern Henan.
Stepping through the mud, surviving the storm, from the boy serving tea and water, step by step to the position on the western suburbs beach where someone can listen.
There are no heroes who can cover the sky with one hand, only a group of people struggling to survive in that era.
You can bear the physical pain, but you can't lose your morale.
This is a story about survival and a microcosm of the Jianghu in the Central Plains.
