Qin and Han Dynasties Sword

In the late autumn of the fifteenth year of Emperor Wen's reign, in the land of Yan Ji, snow was already falling in the north. A tall old man in gray clothes stood in front of Taihang Mountain, looking to the east. There was a slight trace of snow between his eyebrows, and his eyes were as sharp and penetrating as an eagle. He murmured in a soft voice: "Zhong'er, it will be time to leave for the southwest in a while. I wonder who the young heroes are this time and how they are preparing. Let Jingda handle the affairs of the villa." Jing Zhong said: "Father, don't worry, my son has made arrangements. There is no need to worry about my son's stay in Tangmen this year. Aunt Yu has also been sent back to Shandong." The elder said: "Well, that's good. Your Uncle Yu is a close friend of mine. Yu Ye is no longer here. You can arrange for someone to take care of him in Shang County." Jing Zhong, the owner of the village, said: "Yes, father, I have arranged for someone to take care of Aunt Yu and Wei'er." Talking about Wei'er, the old man smiled...