My Many Masters

The jianghu is in turmoil, an era of contention. The boss of the Great Qin people brandishes his Mo-knife, beating the world black and blue; the old immortals in the jianghu sit on the mountains, and with a turn of their heads, the whole world is beneath them. There are strongmen measuring the land on foot, and heroes of the jianghu opening the heavens with a single sword, but then they become drunk in the arms of a beauty. A Taoist with a sword, a scholar drunk. A ragged beggar, holding a rotten branch, dares to charge at the ancestral court of Taoism. Beside the willow bank, a man who has meditated for thirty years, turns and walks out, holding a peach blossom, and with a wave of his hand, shatters ten miles of red candles. The era name of Great Qin is changed to Great Yuan. A young man carrying a wooden sword steps out of the mountain village. (Single Female Lead) Group 298403039.