Long You Jianghu / The Errant Dragon

Long You JiangHu -- Chapter 1

(It's not my work and the translation from Luxiufer's work, vote for them)

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Datong Empire. During the first year of the Wei[1] era.

It had been three hundred years since the founding of Datong's Empire. Still could maintain the exceptional flourishing era, the loftiness of the Imperial Dynasty, the world was very peaceful, how could there be people from Jianghu that would agree to disturb the peacefulness of the ordinary people. Naturally only remained the fighting within their territory, fighting with each other to vie over the Leader of Martial Artists Alliance position.

Countless heroes held their swords while traveling all over the world, to leave behind innumerable wonderful legends for the next generations......

"Hanging on the waist is a sword, the chat and play is about sword. In the jar is wine, to endure the parting. To die on the battlefield, regard it as an oath. E'mei[2]'s important teaching is against sex. Since time immemorial regarding Jianghu's affairs of young man and woman in love, how many meet a veined end......"

Taihu[3] under the scorching sun of the afternoon, the fishermen already sailed their boats to the shore to have their lunch. On the bluish green like a boat made of jade limpid clear and calm surface of the lake, from far far away, a crystal clear loud and sonorous singing voice of a male was transmitted, echoing endlessly among the range of mountains, causing the people who were stopping their boats by the lake's shore to curiously stare at the direction where the sound was transmitted, but could only see the mirror like water of the lake, the leisurely white clouds on the faraway mountain, there wasn't the tiniest sign of a human being.

At the moment when everyone was being bewildered, they saw a small boat from the graceful terraces of the mountain pass by the mountain, --- on that boat, moving the boat with a pole, was a man in green clothes. The singing voice hadn't faded yet, coming along the boat with a cutting wind pace, coming closer and closer.

That man rowing technique was obviously with an exquisite style, just now saw the figure still in a hundred Zhang distant, only in a matter of minutes, that little boat already came closer to the shore, to the point all the fishermen who had known many skillful fishermen because of this could only stare in a daze.

"Excuse me old Sir, this mountain before me, is it the Bieque summit of Junqing Mountain?" The little boat arrived at the shore, the one who came down was a young man around twenty with dashing eyebrows and starry eyes. He was refined and courteously greeted by clasping his hands, facing an oldman on a fishing boat to ask.

"Ah, this is indeed Bieque summit...... May I know which way do you want to go?" The old man looking the young man up and down, hard to restrain his curiosity he asked.

"That is the Manor of Bieque Mountain..."

The old man suddenly realized, busily cupped his hands in greeting: "So Young Master is the friend of the Master of the Manor? Pardon me for my lack of manners."

He raised his hand to point at the far away direction which was screened by the cluster of greeneries, "That direction is to the Bieque Mountain Village, with Young Master's step skills, only in a brief time already could reach there."

"Thank you very much, Old Sir." The youth clasped his hands out of courtesy again, facing the direction pointed by the old man, he went away.

"Sigh, say, Lao Wang ah......" The next boat owner who loved to butt in came to strike a conversation, "You think this Bieque Mountain Village, had something happened? I see that these past several days, it seems like the guests are continuously coming?"