Jianghu, Your Myth Is Back!

Three hundred years ago, flying flowers picked leaves, Lingbo took a slight step, the wind kicked the frost fist, and the sword came from the west. Three hundred years later, the rivers will be transformed into land, the land will be covered with golden light, mountains will surpass the sea, and immortals will fly beyond the sky. Qin Changan, a young martial arts legend, fell into the era of alternation between the old and the new. When he opened his eyes again, it was the world three hundred years later. As high as the temple is, a rotten tree serves as an official; as far as the rivers and lakes are, animals look around. Looking at his old friends who were now in high positions, Qin Changan couldn't help but sigh. "I gave you three hundred years, thinking that as the trendsetters of the times, you will definitely accomplish something." "But you guys let me down so much." "You are saying that I am a remnant of the old era and there is no ship to carry me in the new era? I must make a statement——" On a full moon night, on the top of the Forbidden City, a figure in white draws a sword. The next moment, the dragon's roar suddenly sounded, and the nine days were cold. "Jianghu, your myth..." "Back!"