chapter 31 Qing Yan

The sun shone in the small yard, and the vines were blown and swayed by the wind. The man lying on the rocking chair recited the "Taibai Sword Scripture" word by word. The young man stopped the gesture of hanging the pen and rubbed his sore wrist.

The cat that jumped up on the wall meowed softly, shrank up, and yawned lazily.

The umbrella sword stood in the corner of the wall, stacked with the black umbrella and the oil-paper umbrella. The smell of blood had long been washed...