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He was once the saddest poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, and he was lost all his life. Yan Jidao, the son of Prime Minister Yan Shu, was astonishingly talented, but he lived in poverty for most of his life. I saw him building a tall building, watching him entertain guests, and seeing his building collapse. He lost his father, his wealth, and his true love, and could only bury all his old dreams of prosperity in words. A big dream, he actually lived in the modern world for forty years. The feasting and feasting, the changes in the world, smoothed away his aloofness, but not the unforgettable regret. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in Bianjing! Back to the spring of Huangyou's fourth year, when he was fourteen years old. The orioles were still singing outside the window, singing and dancing were going on in the mansion, and the father he had missed for half his life, Yan Shu, was calling him in the study, safe and sound. That's great, it's still too late!

I am a scholar in Huashan, and Feng Qingyang is chasing after me to teach me the Dugu Nine Swords. That's fine, let's learn it. I originally wanted to be an official to save myself from the vicissitudes of life. I was admitted to Jinshi and became a Tanhualang. I also became an official. However, my master passed away and I stopped thinking about it. There was another Tanhualang in the world. There are waves in the rivers and lakes, and the sword comes out of Huashan to calm the waves.