Through the jianghu, every step is like dancing to a song.
Some find themselves slighted over a cup of wine, and draw their blades in feud;
Some regard a glance as worth a priceless jade, and a thousand gold as nothing beside one word;
Some live without grudges or gratitude, their swords idle for a hundred months;
Some ride their horses beside a slanting bridge, while red-sleeved beauties beckon from every floor.
Some meet in high spirits and drink to one another, tying their horses by the willows beneath a grand tower;
Some ride out of the city at night to avenge a hundred-mile journey, then by dawn are drunk again in a brothel;
Some behead a famous king and present his head at the Gui Palace, earning a marquisate on their very first day;
Some recall peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine, and ten years of lamplit nights in the jianghu.
The owner of the Ta Ge Pavilion, Qi Yin, arranged to choose a successor by the Luo River, but never showed up. As a result, the tavern of Hua Ji, the woman he cherished, was burned down. People of the jianghu formed an alliance and demanded an explanation from Qi Yin. Hua Ji ran into an old acquaintance again. For a time, the jianghu was shrouded in intrigue.
She was only an ordinary woman, with the little vanity and cautious thoughts common to women everywhere. When such an extraordinary man went to such lengths to win her favor, she was happy and pleased at first, and her heart had stirred. Yet he was so unpredictable and did as he pleased that even when he surprised her, she always realized too late that being with him felt like walking on thin ice.
The Ta Ge Pavilion's masters throughout the ages were arrogant, peerless geniuses, unmatched in the martial world. So people of the jianghu imagined that a mysterious, powerful force stood behind them. The more people speculated, and the more others heard it, the more it became accepted as truth. Whenever doubts or inconsistencies arose, someone would always come up with an explanation. This so-called mysterious force had become impossible to dispel; the delusion had taken too deep a hold.
I'm trying to make my male protagonist live only in other people's conversations.
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