"It's easy to get thousands of pieces of gold, but it's hard to find a close friend." A young man lay on his side in a boat above the clear breeze Jiangzhu and sighed softly. The king of one dynasty ordered that books be burned and Confucians be harassed, and all the Confucian scholars in the world be slaughtered. More than 300 people were killed, and more than 20 families were buried alive. "Here he comes, he comes, he can't trust me after all." Xu Yishi stood in front of the door, looking at the armored men running in the distance, with a calm expression on his face and a smile on his lips. The next day, the teahouse was bustling with people talking about the young master. "The guest from the east has no trace, he met Feng Qing in the dynasty, he came from the same sect, he is famous in civil and military affairs, no one knows, no one knows, but it is a pity that they are all from the Lin Zhao faction, helping Zhou to abuse and being traitorous and unfaithful." The mask hides the face, Yaoyao Junzi's swordsmanship is like the wind. "I don't want to be the second son." The rough green shirt could not hide his aloofness. "Lin Xu used despicable means to take the lives of my Xu family, why can't I?" Who is laughing? Friendship in this world is hard to distinguish. Who is watching? Children love each other forever in this world. Who is singing, the young masters in this world are in pairs. Who is sighing, this world is a crazy dream.