When he first entered the martial world, he struck up an unlikely friendship with someone much older.
Back then, he was a young hero who wandered the land, singing as he went. He rescued a boy who was being bullied by a wealthy landowner.
They parted in haste, and ten years passed like a dream.
A mere few years were enough to turn the martial world upside down, to let a fallen boy grow into a young hero, and to drain away all the passion of his youth.
What is a name? What is power? What is love?
The man in red did not know, nor did the youth in white.
In the end, no one could ever know.
"Kings and nobles, warlords and treacherous ministers, all meet the same end: death."
By the time the man who strummed his qin, wine flask in hand, smiled faintly and spoke those words, the past had already dissolved into the misty rain of Jiangnan. It drifted along a path strewn with peach blossoms, then broke apart among green trees and trailing vines, fading into silence.
"You little brat, stop right there! Don't you dare leave!"
"You old monster, stop right there! Don't you dare leave!"
By the time the old monster truly became an old monster, the little brat had long since forgotten him.
Who says the righteous and the wicked must follow separate paths? In this vast martial world, they are no more than specks of dust.
With this story, I humbly try to sketch a few strokes of the Jin family's martial world, where the ink wash in my heart ripples, or perhaps of that patch of pure ground within me that has yet to be stained.
"Dreams of conquest, discussed with a laugh, are no match for one drunken night of life."
Theme:
There are endless battles between the rivers and lakes, and no one refuses to admit it. As for the ghost music, ghost music, and flute, please stop being so disrespectful to others, okay? Dongfang can fall in love with a fool like Linghu? Don't tell me about Yang Lianting. It's never feelings but the heart that traps Dongfang.
Can you please stop making me laugh? The hero who went back to the house to get the sword and Ren Lushenggu were a perfect match. They were made for each other. No one wanted them except each other, and they avoided harming others. Two big horse monkeys, seal their swords and hide them, that's great, as long as you're happy
Goodbye, Mr. Jin.
Author: This seems to be too short.
I. . . That is. . . . Come and take a look. . . . .
Ah, pitfalls... I still want to see the daily life after meeting_(:з∠)_
This is a problem. When they met, they called out to the old monster Dongfang. Did he recognize him or not?
Make up for the points, wait until you finish the summer vacation
I didn't expect that my little classmate's style of writing novels was like this.
Want HE! ! ! ! It's so rare to have two such originals. I hope the author won't be fooled. The story seems to be weirdly twisty
There are endless battles between the rivers and lakes, and no one refuses to admit it. As for the ghost music, ghost music, and flute, please stop being so disrespectful to others, okay? Dongfang can fall in love with a fool like Linghu? Don't tell me about Yang Lianting. It's never feelings but the heart that traps Dongfang. Can you please stop making me laugh? The hero who went back to the house to get the sword and Ren Lushenggu were a perfect match. They were made for each other. No one wanted them except each other, and they avoided harming others. Two big horse monkeys, seal their swords and hide them, that's great, as long as you're happy
Goodbye, Mr. Jin.
Author: This seems to be too short.
I. . . That is. . . . Come and take a look. . . . .
Ah, pitfalls... I still want to see the daily life after meeting_(:з∠)_
This is a problem. When they met, they called out to the old monster Dongfang. Did he recognize him or not?
Make up for the points, wait until you finish the summer vacation
I didn't expect that my little classmate's style of writing novels was like this.
Want HE! ! ! ! It's so rare to have two such originals. I hope the author won't be fooled. The story seems to be weirdly twisty