Tang Meng

Running to the city overnight, with an old sword with a gap, he stepped into the troubled times where life is like grass. Some people borrowed the knife, some people took advantage of it, and some people wanted him dead. What is written on the white paper and yellow paper is all business; overtly it is the king's law, but secretly it is all business. He, a farmer's boy, wants to continue on the path that his father has not finished in the teeth of these people. This is not a trick, it is not an exhaustive strategy; this is not a counterattack, no one is paving the way for him. Destiny kicked him in, and he entered the house step by step.