The Jianghu of Han Wu

No time travel, no system, no rebirth, very very traditional martial arts, if you don't like it, please avoid it! Thanks! The sword is singing, the mist is raining, the green mountains are green, and my daughter has a new cup; The sword sings in the wind and the moon, and the fragrance of red flowers makes me forget the melancholy of yesterday. A beautiful woman's waist moves quickly and slowly, and a monk walks a long way; Bamboo leaves are green, swallow-tailed darts, drunkards return home naked. A touch of morning glow, a song of autumn; a piece of coolness, a river and lake.