Martial Arts: Book of Troubled Times

In the winter of the seventh year of Emperor Huizong's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, the first snow fell in Bianjing. The Jin cavalry has passed Zhongshan Mansion, less than a hundred miles away from the Yellow River. Above the court, the emperor closed his palace to practice Taoism, and the treacherous men bowed their knees and begged for peace; thousands of miles away in the Central Plains, starvation and death were everywhere, and the refugees fled south, dragging their families and mouths with them, and no one collected their bones beside the road. The same piece of wind and snow fell on the gold bricks of the Royal Street and was crushed into mud, and fell on the ruined temple in the south of the city, adding a biting cold. Two worlds. The imperial court was busy fleeing south, and the defeated troops gathered into rogue bandits, building forts to protect themselves. No one cares about the life and death of the people. But Jianghu is not a court. The Taoist priests of Taihang Mountain, the swordsmen of Taibai Mountain, the orphans of generals outside Yanmen Pass, the heads of aristocratic families in Gusu, and the alien saints of the Western Regions - they could have been alone, but they chose the most difficult path in this worst world. Refuse to kneel. The world has never been a world of one family and one surname. Holding the sword is not to protect the country for the Zhao family, but to protect the homeland for the people of the world.