This is the world of the martial arts that belongs to you and me, with heroes' swords and beauties' tenderness. Let's embark on our dream of the martial arts world together.
With drunken eyes, I search for my beloved. Ask not about generals and ministers, much less princes and nobles. The world insists on separating lovers; though I wish to keep you, I cannot. Partings and reunions, joy and sorrow, all are bound up in love, and this heart can never find rest. If you ask how much love there is in this world, half belongs to you, half to me, and half flows away in tears.
The autumn scenery lies only on this side. Heaven and earth, how can they bear so much sorrow? We swear to spread our wings and soar against the sky, weathering wind and rain side by side. How can the world be without devoted couples? Who would there be to tell the tale to those who come after?
Those who delight in the body are enslaved by the heart; those who delight the heart harm the body. Love, to the heart, is like poison to the body. Thus only by abandoning love and forgetting loyalty can one endure for long.
The Primordial Record of Mystical Truth
The Jianghu Is a Legend Because of You
The Book of the Yellow Springs