A Pot of Porridge in Jianghu

The troubled times are like a furnace, and the people are like ants. When fifteen-year-old Li Chunyao was carrying his luggage down the mountain, his master only gave him one sentence: "Don't be passionate." She remembered. So when the bully's blade swept across the street, she tightened her grip on the two knives at her waist and turned around—— Take two steps. Then draw the knife. That day, she rescued a girl holding an umbrella. Lan Qianyou said: "You are really interesting, you are already gone." Li Chunyao stared at the trampled buns on the ground: "... What a pity." "Baozi?" "No, I didn't beat him enough." Later, they met Ye Shizhou. The scholar was carrying a medicine box and looked elegant, but there was a poison-quenched dagger hidden in his waist. When he was robbed, he planned to take it by surprise, but Li Chunyao took action first. "I've seen you. You treated patients for free in Lijiacun." Ye Shizhou was silent for a long time: "Who are you?" Lan Qianyou thought for a while: "Fighting those who are aggrieved?" "... The not-so-smart kind." Later, they beat up a young man from an aristocratic family. Gongsun Wuqi refused to accept it and chased him for three days and was beaten three times. On the fourth day he said, "I want to go with you." "No." That night he drilled the dog hole. "What now?" "... You follow." The last person to come was Xie Cunhui. The disciples of Qingyidu wear golden patterns on their foreheads, wear Xuanyi costumes, and carry swords. He went down the mountain with his master to practice, and listened to the bad tricks of "how to kill local snakes in one pot". His master listened with great interest. After the fight, the master patted him on the shoulder: "Follow them." "Master?!" "Stop talking nonsense and go." So five people gathered together. A pair of swords, an umbrella, a box of medicine, a gun, and a sword. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he faced the whole troubled world. Some people laugh at them for not overestimating their abilities. They said—— Then try it. Local snake? Beat. Bully? Beat. Corrupt officials? Beat. Li Chunyao negotiated with a cold face, and Lan Qianyou grabbed her baby bump: "Can you be more aggressive?" "I'm fierce." "You look like you're angry why the buns were robbed." "... That's also evil." Ye Shizhou was responsible for making suggestions. Every time he finished speaking, he was questioned by Gongsun Wuqi: "Isn't this move too damaging?" "Then you come." "... You're right, this is the trick." Xie Cunhui stood aside and watched the group of people quarrel. He remembered his master's words—— "This world is too cold, someone has to light the fire." "Why me?" "Because you are Xie Cungui." —— This is not a story about saving lives. This is a story about - a young man holding a knife and asking the world why. "When the nest is overturned, we are the perfect egg." "If you don't break, you win." --- Reading Guide · The heroine Li Chunyao is fifteen years old, has two swords, baby fat, and a mole on the tip of her nose. The cold-faced God of War, his fleshy face is easy to pinch. · In a group portrait article, all five people are the protagonists, and no one can be missing. · There is a fighting scene, a group spirit, and a youthful spirit. · The background is in troubled times, but it's over. · It's not a cool article, it's a road that five fools worked hard to figure out. · There is sugar in the knife, and there is a knife in the sugar. · It's not a loss if you enter the trap, unless you are afraid of getting hot-blooded. Intention: Troubled times are like mud, and young people make boats. Use your flesh and blood to perform chivalrous deeds. Even if it is a dim light, it will illuminate the three feet under your feet.