Hanjiang Golden Bell Record

The moon is full on the west tower, and the bells are rising on the cold river The world is already in chaos. Zhu Yuanzhang was in Yingtian Mansion, Chen Youliang was in Jianghan, and Zhang Shicheng was in Pingjiang. The three forces were intertwined and fought for years. There is only one card in the official road every ten miles, and it is rare to see an ordinary person in a hundred miles. The martial arts in the martial arts world either surrendered to the warlords or hid in the mountains. In the past noisy martial arts world, there was only an oppressive silence. But Dongting Lake is still the same Dongting Lake. "Senior sister," he looked directly into Yun Musheng's eyes, "how did my father die on the top of Huashan Mountain seven years ago? I have been investigating for seven years, but every time I try to find out the truth, I am cut off. Someone has been staring at me in the dark. "Tang Buxue," he muttered the name in a low voice. There was no hatred in his eyes, only a coldness that was too deep to break, "I'm here. " The river breeze suddenly picked up, and the bells on the eaves of Tao Pavilion jingled. The Hanjiang Golden Bell that had just been returned to its owner felt slightly hot on his chest, like a heart that had been sleeping for seven years and finally started beating again.