Before the sword was properly strapped on, one step outside had already brought him into the Jianghu.
These two lines were probably the best description of Han Yu.
Ten years ago, he had fled disaster with his parents and arrived at the thatched cottage.
His parents had died at the hands of Demon Ghosts, while he had been lucky enough to survive.
Hungry, he had wandered for a long time before meeting an old man with white hair and a white beard.
The old man wore white scholar's robes, filthy, tattered, and grimy.
Presumably, he had no money for new clothes and was so poor his pockets jingled with nothing.
When the old man saw Han Yu, he held out a hand.
Han Yu thought he was saved, but who could have known that the first words out of the man's mouth would be:
"Say, little fellow, do you have any money? I want a drink."
Han Yu: ...
And so, the old man and the boy formed an inseverable bond.
Later, Han Yu learned that the old man was called Ye Liang and made his living chopping firewood around the thatched cottage.
The money he earned chopping firewood should have been enough to feed him.
But his love of drinking and gambling was too much for it, so he often went hungry.
Han Yu looked at him. Heaven never barred every path.
From then on, Han Yu followed Ye Liang to scrape a living.
They chopped firewood all day, with Demon Ghosts often appearing in the Mist Forest, never sure they would survive until evening.
In times like these, all one could ask for was a little peace.
One day, he followed Ye Liang up the mountain to gather firewood.
They happened upon a Demon Ghost, and the old