I am a wanderer. Like rootless catkins blowing in the wind.
I don't remember where I came from, and I don't know where the end of the long road is. I have long forgotten the reason for the trek.
When I encounter the lingering scenery, I will stop for a while, but I will still embark on the journey soon. I think as long as I don't die, I will keep going. Just like floating is duckweed's instinct, wandering is my instinct.
I was walking in the wilderness; I was walking in the busy city, and everything around me had nothing to do with me. A bamboo hat, a long sword, a wine gourd, and martial arts skills, what I have is enough. I don't remember where my kung fu came from. So what? All I need to know is that it is enough to protect me from the world, and it is enough for me to accept bounty tasks in exchange for silver.
As for the rest, I don't care.
Food guide
1. An early short story, published on Tieba. The ID is Meow who dreams of Lu. Refuse to find fault.
2. If you feel unwell, please escape by yourself. Do not eat ginseng rooster.
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