My Many Masters

A world of great strife and conflict. The leader of the Great Qin people, wielding a modao, leaves the world bruised and battered. The old immortals of the jianghu squat on their mountains, and with a turn of their heads, cast the entire world beneath them. Strongmen measure the earth on foot, and heroic jianghu figures cleave the sky with a single sword, only to get drunk in the arms of beauties moments later. Daoists carry swords, scholars are intoxicated. A tattered beggar, picking up a rotten branch, dares to charge the ancestral temple of the Daoist sect. At the willow-lined pavilion, a man who has sat for thirty years turns and emerges, holding peach blossoms, and with a raised hand, shatters ten miles of red candles. The Great Qin era name changes to Great Yuan. A young man, carrying a wooden sword on his back, steps out of his mountain village. (Single female lead) Group: 298403039