Chronicles of a Young Wanderer

There is no transmigration, no magic, no immortals, no otherworld, no palace intrigue, no armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands, and no unification of the realm. There is only a younger generation’s nostalgia for traditional wuxia, offered in tribute to the old masters of the genre on the hundredth anniversary of Jin Yong’s birth. As the saying goes:

In youth, I often admired the wandering heroes, carefree in blue robes with long swords at their sides.

They reined in their steeds, feathered arrows felling eagles and geese; they spurred their horses and thrust their long spears at tigers and bears.

If ever I heard the war drums, I would gladly stain the banners with my hot blood.

Twenty years of passion have frosted my temples; with a worn brush, I can only write down the memories of those days.

See how a country boy sets out on the jianghu road: the gentle waters of Jiangnan, the turmoil of the northwest, a martial arts gathering on Mount Hua, and a quest for a healer in Yizhou. Together, they form a portrait of the Central Plains!