This is a story about Jianghu.
The love between children is long, and the grudges are gratifying.
Bring a pot of wine, a sword, and a group of partners to write a new generation of Jianghu legend.
Listening to the falling rain, the shadow of the sword flashing across the sky
My name is Ye Xiaoyu, please enlighten me.
The content is purely fabricated. If you don't like it, don't comment or read it.
This is the first time for this kind of subject matter, so please forgive me if there are some mistakes.
It's mainly a Jianghu matter.
Intention: Firm belief and chase dreams