The Snow Falls in Chang'an and the Night Is Still Young

Heaven and earth have qi, and everyone can nourish it; the ten realms of martial arts (opening the meridians, condensing the gang, controlling the qi, breaking the sky, cutting the tide, aspiration, returning to the true, returning to the yuan, connecting to the mysterious, and breaking the extreme), one realm and one heaven. Three hundred years after the founding of Dasheng, the emperor went into seclusion and became obsessed with it. He issued an order to reduce military force, and the world was cut off. Ten years ago, Pei Changge, the best in the world, entered the palace with one man and one sword, and woke up the emperor who had gone crazy. Ten years later, Jianghu has space and shackles. Lian Jiazi can walk openly, but those who dare to harm the people will be punished by the court and the Jianghu. Shen Yunan, a young man raised in a peach blossom shop, practiced the "Jinghong" swordsmanship for ten years. At the age of sixteen, his master said, "Go out and try your luck" and kicked him out. He walked into the world with a dragon-patterned jade pendant of unknown origin. Li Nianliang was a child picked up by Baihualou. Baihualou taught her music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she insisted on wielding a sword; her master asked her to stay in peace, but she insisted on stirring up chaos in the building. Sneaking through windows was a common occurrence. She had been hearing about the Jianghu mentioned by her sisters for ten years, and had been itching for ten years. In the Chang'an teahouse, the storyteller slapped the wood in his wake: "It is said that during the battle in the north, the 'Snow Guest' killed seven returning masters from three directions with one sword and one man. All this was for his sworn brother, Shen Jinghong!" Shen Yunan was stunned. This story is exactly the same as what my old man has been bragging about for ten years. But the old man never mentioned the name "Shen Jinghong". And the jade pendant in his arms, with a dragon pattern, one-third, was cold enough to touch his hands. The names of the previous generation are resounding in the world of this generation. The snow is falling in Chang'an, and the night is still young.