The old thief is both a pure and innocent child and a cunning citizen of the dark world. He understands the simplest and most direct naked human heart, and also observes the peaceful model coated with gold powder. His hands were black and bloody, but he was proud and dignified. Even though he is arrogant, he is also considerate and understanding. He is a living statue in the world.
One day, a wind called "jianghu" blew up in the capital. Officials, young masters, and noble ladies all looked at him, and all kinds of people from rivers and lakes gathered in the capital by chance. In order to find an old grudge, the old thief also broke into the sweet tiger's den of the capital. He paced and thought, drew his sword and looked around, feeling proud of the spring breeze and drunk on the neon light.
"Traveling in the rivers and lakes is like duckweed, why do you have to be such a rootless person? If you and I go home, we won't be duckweeds anymore."
"Sick. Who is the rootless person? Your roots are between your legs, mine are in the horse."
Martial arts stories and group dramas are not perfect.
Intent: A story about people who are far away from the temple, meet the prosperous and wealthy siege of Kyoto, contend with it, and find themselves.