Renjingfangyuan

In the nineteenth year of Gan's Great Saturday, undercurrents surged. The young emperor on the dragon throne looks like a paper Bodhisattva, swaying when the wind blows. The Jianghu master has left his nest, the war is looming across the border, and the market is full of lies. Passed frequently. Among the streets, wells, and alleys, I still indulge in a school of whitewashing. In the peaceful world, people are bustling and living and working in peace and contentment. Shrouded like a veil. Liu Yan of Zaoxian County, with a courtesy name of Yanxue, mediocre in academics, and guarding his ancestral traditions There is a paper shop, cut a day's paper, and draw a calendar. He didn't understand the horse's hoof disease and the secret message "Yinghuoshou" passed down by word of mouth. Heart, the gates of heaven are about to open. What does it mean? Little do they know that a storm that subverts cognition is quietly coming Tear apart this false tranquility and rush towards him...