[Slap in the face] [Jianghu] [History] [IQ Online] [Shuangwen]
"Master, wait a minute! Do you know who I am?"
"I know. The poor scholar who owes me three months' rent, the literary immortal who dominates the world on the Qinhuai River, the mysterious spearhead who shattered half of the world in Jinling with one shot."
"Now that you know it, you still chase me with a gun?"
"Nonsense! You provoked the noble lady of the court who disguised herself as a man, and even made the daughter of Yangzhou who broke off the engagement come to your door crying... With four or five boats, I am the one who will stab you today!"
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One hundred and thirty years of hard work, the situation was turbulent.
Lu Chen, the failed scholar, originally wanted to set up a calligraphy stall in front of Jinse Cloth Shop and be a quiet idler.
Until that day, the city's rich scholars were making things difficult for him, and the world was surrounded by wolves.
He sighed, closed the folding fan, and pulled out the dusty nine-foot gun from under the broken wooden table.
Soul penetration, mark.