One is Lin Wangyan, the only son of the general's family who is well-dressed and well-fed.
One is the little book boy Lu Ziqian who has nowhere to turn and is brought back by the general.
In a great change, the General's Mansion was wiped out and reduced to nothing.
The two of them were shaken by the twists and turns, feeling as if they were dead and helpless.
When Lu Ziqian was rescued from the pile of dead people in a mass grave, his heart was damaged. He survived with his last breath, but he had no memory, just like a blank sheet of paper.
Although Lin Wangyan was protected by Liu Wenhuan, the master of Qianji Pavilion, he was depressed and felt like a living dead, his life hanging by a thread.
Fourteen years later, the old friend reunited. He was Liu Wenyuan, the master of Qianji Pavilion; he was Lu Ziqian, a close disciple of Liao Bufan, the ghost-hand miracle doctor.
I always regret that spring water flows freely, and the world is once clear and turbid.
There are so many sorrows and grievances in the world, I will give up all my strength and die.
A sword cuts through Tianzi City, and a glass of wine invites the clouds and the moon together.
When you are done, you retire with a flick of your sleeves, and the green mountains wait for your return without a word.
Intention: A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years.
