Mang Qin

Eight hundred miles away, Yangzhou prospered with singing and dancing, ninety thousand miles away, the bones and yellow sand of the eight countries, and three hundred thousand red lotuses and iron horses trampled the world. The old housekeeper with only eight fingers can no longer hold the sword firmly, the drunkard old man insists that he is the second best in the world, the 13-year-old yellow-haired and skinny fool can break a thousand armors with one punch; the young Taoist priest who comes riding a crane is the most senior in the martial arts world; the elegant maid has an arrow box hidden in her sleeve; the poor swordsman wears a bamboo sword on his waist and hangs four famous swords on his back; the poor scholar in gray kowtows three times and bows nine times to repay him for his service as a national scholar. Dressed in a white robe, with a red lotus dagger on his waist, he gently shook his folding fan and looked down at the world. Holding 300,000 red lotus in hand, I dare to pick the sun and moon to make a new sky! There are always those people who, intentionally or unintentionally, subvert the world! Ps1: This is a typical oriental fantasy, not fictional history. Don't be misunderstood by the title.