Suddenly, thousands of years apart, there are generations of chaos, no one knows where they will be.
But every era is a time of chaos. There are emperors and people, farmers and merchants, ruffians and chivalrous people, and there is no reason for chaos.
Thus was born this story without a beginning. Youyouran can pull out a thread from the mess of history and regard it as the cause of everything. I walked away according to Ming Ming's will, knowing that one day I would be swallowed up by the lost memories, but my love and hate did not diminish one bit; I knew that the party would end, but I also wanted to have a good time at that time. A little bit of lingering affection makes people forget the way they came so easily and get lost. Without the lights of swords and shadows, and without intrigues, the beauty of chaotic generations cannot fade away.
The King of Medicine enters the arena. Therefore, the owner is just a passer-by. Jianghu is not Jianghu. Probably, this is just a dream. When I wake up from the dream, I only remember the gathering and separation of a few people and the entanglement of emotions.
That's all. Yao Wang Lu starts from here.