The Legend of Mo Society

[Prelude to “Water Melody”]

Life and death lie far from the halls of power; truth and falsehood are woven into intricate schemes. Clouds of doubt leave victory and defeat uncertain; the vast sea awaits great designs. How many clashes of blades and shadows, how many tangled debts of love and hate, leave us unable to choose whether to stay or go? Greedily I drain the cup, trying to wash away the world's sorrows.

A cry, a laugh, and a cup of wine to end it all. The jianghu is not yet old. Who will join me in recalling the years gone by? I take up my loyal heart and burning blood once more, and by the light of a dying lamp, with an ancient inkstone before me, I write of a life lived with abandon. I have won the tears of countless beauties, and turned a young man's hair white.

Hehe, don't let the prelude scare you. The story may get a little heavy now and then, but overall it's definitely light and fun. So I've chosen some cheerful background music; feel free to turn on your speakers while reading, as some chapters have their own music. Most of the wuxia novels I read when I was young were by Gu Long. They inspired my love of writing, so here's a preface in his style, in remembrance of those younger days:

What is the Ink Society? To be honest, it's two men and a woman.

One is the sort of man who often appears in novels, dressed all in white like an immortal crane. Another is as colorful as a rooster. Vulgar.

Add a woman who's just like a man to the group, and it gets even more vulgar.

The Ink Society may be small, but it always draws attention in the jianghu, because the strength of these three is worth more than that of hundreds, even thousands, of others put together.

They are friends, united in purpose, and every one of them is famous throughout the jianghu. Those proud heroes can never measure up to them.

If you ask what history or dynasty this is, I don't know. All I know is that it exists. In your imagination, you can place it before or after any dynasty you like. And this society is very wealthy, simply because I think a hero tossing out tens of thousands of taels has more flair than tossing out a few coins. That's all.

Imitation complete. Updates will be very slow. I'm writing purely for my own enjoyment, so drop by whenever you feel like it and leave a comment if you want. My policy on silent readers has remained unchanged for a hundred years, because we're still in the primary stage of socialism, so we can't set our expectations too high, can we? :)

Thanks to everyone who supports this story!

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Thanks to Guai Guai Mao for providing the music link!

Thanks to the three-person team of Grape, Happiness, and Stone for providing the cover! (Names listed in no particular order.)

I dedicate this story to my younger days and the wuxia dream I lost.