Half River Green Smoke, Half River Chill

How can you enjoy roaming the jianghu?

First, you need a heart that finds it easy to be happy.

Of course, making yourself laugh like a fool gets boring fast.

Best of all, have a handsome confidant by your side, so handsome it defies reason, so devoted it’s downright abnormal, learned and courteous, immune to every poison, and undefeated in battle.

The jianghu should be gentle and friendly, too, a world of dazzling colors and strange wonders.

Naturally, all of the above is just the one-sided wishful thinking of a silly, sweet innocent.

Where there are people, there are unfulfilled desires and the pain of parting from loved ones.

And where there is a jianghu, there are bound to be grudges, conflicts, love and hate, and tangled passions.

As for me, I’m neither innocent nor sweet. Whether I’m silly is a matter of opinion.

So my jianghu is one where I raise my sword, lift my brows, and let my long hair fly.

My sense of chivalry can find its fulfillment in solitary self-admiration and doing things my own way.

Thankfully, life is a journey of self-cultivation, filled with hardships yet also overflowing with joy.