Spring and Autumn Nineteen

Zhuang Li: How can I be considered a thief if I steal medicine to replenish my master's health? Shen Fang: You, that's all, you have the final say on these things. Zhuang Li: Then you have the final say? Shen Fang: Those... Zhuang Li: Huh? You said it well, why are you blushing? The stubborn and sultry attack × Pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, the beauty suffers The celestial phenomena confuse Shou Xin, and the twenty-year agreement between the court and Jianghu has come to an end. Emperor Liang couldn't sleep because of a "Spring Breeze Ballad". Uneasy, he sent Shenwu Pavilion scouts to hunt down Jianghu sects one after another, forcing the owner of Yongxia Villa to hand over the Spring and Autumn Swordsmanship. The young master of the village, Shen Fang, took the sword manual and embarked on the road to the imperial capital. Along the way, the enemy wanted to steal the sword manual, Baidao wanted to stop him from moving forward, and the Shenwu Pavilion was secretly watching. It can be said that murderous intent is everywhere. The emperor thought he was strategizing thousands of miles away, but little did he know that a thorn that had been dormant for a long time, waiting for an opportunity to strike, had passed through the long night, was responsible for thousands of blood feuds, and was about to pierce into the heart of the empire. The martial arts world in the Central Plains, which had been silent for many years like a pool of stagnant water, finally began to boil. Although the temple is high, the rivers and lakes are far away, the mud and sand are falling, and in the bloody storm, no one can hope to be clean. —————————————————————————— When he was fourteen years old, Shen Fang, who disdained the skin of the mortal world, spoke eloquently to his own mother, who was known as the "most beautiful woman in the world": "Thinking of the beauty of a beautiful woman will turn into pus and blood day and night, and turn into bones after a hundred years. Only the way of sword can last for ten thousand years." Many years later, on the Daigo River, Shen Xin was troubled by something: "I like him, and naturally I hope he likes me. Isn't this a humble human nature?" Intention: Seeing the way of swordsmanship, being trapped in the world of mortals, and drowning in one person in your heart.