A fanfic based on the game Jian Wang 3.
There is a martial world in my heart.
A spring outing. With a few close friends, sleeping off a drunken night in the willow-lined lanes, drawing my blade to slay in a drunken fury, wiping my sword clean of cooling blood, dressed in fine clothes and riding hard, young and reckless.
People laugh at me for being crazed, for being wild.
But since I've come to this world, I want to see this vast martial world. I want to experience all the many sides of life, cross countless rivers and mountains, and taste every sweetness and bitterness.
I want to meet you.
People say I'm in love with Chang'an. I say I'm in love with Chang'an's wine.
Three cups from a jade goblet slide down my throat, yet I can only say I'm in love with someone in Chang'an.
This old-timer can't keep up with the times. The story might be a little niche and slow to warm up, but I'll do my best to keep updating. Suggestions are welcome in the comments. Leave your ID and server, and I'll raise a cup of wine to get drunk with you.
