Journey to the West

Wen Tianxiang's grandson Wen Boping, suffering from cold poison, guarded a broken door, a rusty knife, and an old flag that had been sewn together for seven years in Yangzhou City. Lu Xingchen, Lu Xiufu's daughter, kicked in through the door with an abacus on her back, and smashed the escort agency upside down with the words "The book was short of 3,700 taels." One carries the flag but does not accept fate, the other settles accounts but does not believe in fate. A sword riddled with cold poison cannot be drawn out of its sheath, and a three-breath calculation with beads can determine life or death. They took over the escort order from the Venetian merchant Polo - to escort the dowry of Princess Kuokuozhen across the world in the early Yuan Dynasty. From Yangzhou to Dadu, from Quanzhou to the sea to the survivors of Song Island, from Dunhuang murals to the ice of Tianshan Mountain, horse bandits, Yuan court spies, sea storms, and the Western Region Massacre are pressing every step of the way. Traveling eight thousand miles to the west, I am counting on my escorts, carrying my letters, and protecting the last breath of a long-extinct dynasty. "Have you ever counted yourself?" "You have. You can still live for twenty-one years." "What about in twenty-one years?" "Ask me again." "I won't wait for twenty-one years. I'll ask you now." "... Then you count me." The hardest knife, the most poisonous tongue, the longest road, and the heaviest letter. Reading this book is like following four TV series at the same time: road adventure × hardcore martial arts × historical suspense × happy enemies.