Qingya Notes

Some people say that Jianghu is like a pot of strong wine, and when you drink it, you will be filled with great passion; But I feel that the world is more like a bowl of bitter medicine that has been cooled down. Everyone pinches their noses and drinks it. When it was over, I had to smack my lips and say - good medicine. I am Xie Linyuan, the third eldest son of the Xie family in Jinling. My martial arts skills are so-so. I can't beat my eldest brother, nor can I defeat my second brother. But when it comes to yin and yang, and the ability to poke people's hearts, among the Xie family, I would rate him second, and no one would dare to rate him number one. That autumn, I wanted to go to Zuixianlou to listen to music and have some fun. As a result, instead of having fun, they ran into a life-threatening trouble. People in the arena like to say, "When you are in the arena, you can't help yourself." I used to think this was bullshit, until that day I saw with my own eyes the man in blue shirt putting a sword on my neck. His name is Shen Qingwu. I have never heard of this name, but I know that the peaceful days of my life are coming to an end.