The Opening Plate Rib Qiujin: Urban Baji Yinwu

Everyone says that the old Jianghu has long since died in the bustling market. But Lu Qingshan always believed that Jianghu never died, but just faded into the world of mortals. Look at the thick fist cocoons of the street vendors, the pile of piles on the shoulders of the coolies, and the sudden thrust of a soft sword in the CBD underground garage late at night. The bow destroys the Nanshan tiger, and the hand catches the Taihang zodiac. High-rise buildings trap the physical body, and the streets hide killings. Jianghu has never been in ancient books and legends, it has always been at your feet.