Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
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Feng Ji was taken aback for a moment, his expression finally became more solemn. Looking at the young man in front, he said:


The swordsman spoke briefly and then turned to leave, the elegant shopkeeper escorted the swordsman to the door, reluctantly returning only after he was gone.


Feng Ji tapped his folding fan against his palm, whispering softly:


After Feng Ji returned home, he told his grandfather everything he saw today.


His grandfather was over seventy years old, his white hair shiny and glossy, dressed in white hempen clothes, appearing warm and amiable. However, everyone who knew this elder treated him with utmost respect, not daring to be the least bit disrespectful.


Chapter 1262 - Chapter 249: Which Path Lies Ahead, Tens of Thousands of Miles Away (Double Chapter)