The rise and fortune of a poor martial arts sect. This is sort of a prequel to The Winds on the Jianghu Are Still Strong.
Qu Wuchen no longer remembers what expression he wore when he first met the other two.
But years later, Jiao Qing recalled that his face back then had practically said, "I, Qu Wuchen, am rich!"
Jiao Qing also said that in all his years wandering the Jianghu, he had never seen a woman warrior go down the mountain to catch chickens. She had been such a whirlwind, yet when he looked back, the morning clouds had colored the sky.
Xie Qianzhang never imagined that, in his old age, the story of his youthful charms would become the hottest reading material in the Jianghu.
Ming An never thought in a million years that he would become friends with a bunch of people who weren't quite right in the head, or that he'd go through fire and water for them, even risk his life. Really, even his seventeen-year-old self would never have believed it!
By contrast, Yan Mingzhou only occasionally looked back on those hard years when he was starting from nothing.
Back then, Miao Qiong had only wanted to clean up the mess left behind by the previous generation, then find a man willing to marry her.
No one would have guessed that Chen Kun, who longed to get drunk in Jiangnan, would spend more than ten years gazing at the deserts of the Western Regions instead.
And, of course, no one could have foreseen that Xu Chao, the most dashing and bright young man in Lin'an, would one day be too ashamed to set foot in the city again. He lost an eye, wasted half his life, and never managed to get past that obstacle.
These seniors, whose names resounded across the Jianghu and were celebrated throughout the land, were once young too.
This is a story from many years ago, and it can't even quite be considered a prequel. After all, no one is entirely another person's prologue. It's simply another tale of youth from the Jianghu.
(Written on 2023.2.14, screenshot saved)
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