The Peachwood Dragon Town Divine Sword Chronicles

A wuxia novel. Song of the Peach Blossom Hermitage (Tang Yin) In Peach Blossom Hollow stands the Peach Blossom Hermitage; beneath it lives the Peach Blossom Immortal. The immortal plants peach trees, then picks their blossoms to buy wine. When sober, he sits among the flowers; when drunk, he sleeps beneath them. Half awake and half drunk, day after day; flowers bloom and fall, year after year. He would rather grow old and die among flowers and wine than bow before carriages and horses. The rich delight in the dust raised by horses' hooves; the poor find their lot in wine cups and flowering branches. If you compare riches and poverty, one lies on the ground, the other in the heavens. If you compare wine and flowers with carriages and horses, they must toil while I enjoy my leisure. Others laugh at me for being mad; I laugh at them for failing to see. Look at the tombs of the heroes of the Five Mounds: without flowers or wine, they have been dug up and turned into fields. This really is an incredibly good novel, one of a kind beneath heaven and above earth, enough to make ghosts weep and wolves howl, bringing an end to heaven and earth, spanning the four seas and eight wilds, stretching across the nine provinces for ten thousand miles, reaching five thousand years into the past and five thousand years into the future. It has no predecessor or successor, is utterly unprecedented, and is beyond words: a super-good historical wuxia novel about a younger fake disciple and his fake master! From an author who is hopeless at writing blurbs! My new novel, Silent Stillness, is here. A straightforward rich second-generation bottom X a profound farmer-for-generations top. My new novel, Silent Stillness >