The Azure Mountain
by The Speaking Pork Trotter
Summary
Oh, fleeting light, I offer you a cup of wine.
I know not the height of verdant mountains, nor the depth of the yellow earth.
I only witness the cold moon and warm sun, coming to slowly consume our years.
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Under the nightfall of Luocheng City rides a spirited youth, whose steed’s hooves echo steadily upon cobblestone streets.
He appears like a character straight from a storyteller’s tale, descending from cascades of clouds and venturing forth into the martial world; journeying onward among verdant peaks, he watches as twilight fades into the western sky.
If one were to ask who roams eternally, untethered in this jianghu—
He would reply thus: the gentle breeze, the bright moon, and I.
…
Perhaps this is a long story. Please allow me to slowly narrate it.
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