Hui Shuo Hua De Zhou Zi

Green mountains

A steed and a young man beneath the night veil of Luocheng, the horse's hooves striking a rhythmic clatter against the bluestone pavement. He is like a character from a storyteller's tale, emerging from the cascading clouds and venturing into the martial world, traveling to the verdant mountains to watch the sunset glow fade in the west. If you were to ask, who is the wanderer in this martial world who never returns? He would answer: the gentle breeze, the bright moon, and me. ... This may be a long story; let me tell it to you slowly.