Stepping on the Moon and Returning to the Fragrance of Dust

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The young man sings loudly and lives up to his unruly spirit. During the Yongle period, the world was peaceful, but there were people walking forward in the depths of the night with blood and tears in their lapels. It's enough to have come, lived, and loved. The sword has no eyes, it is a pleasure to grudge. The rivers and lakes laugh, the rivers and lakes are gone. Martial arts are not dead, they are just fading. —————— This is a harem novel disguised as a martial arts novel, so please read with caution.