Liu Qing truly had grievances he could not voice.
As a rebellious youth, he shared the same martial arts dream as every other child since he was little. He had long ago memorized Li Bai's poem "Ode to the Gallant":
The guests of Zhao tie white tassels on their caps,
Wu hooks shine like frost and snow.
Silver saddles illuminate white horses,
Dashing like shooting stars.
Killing a man every ten steps,
They leave no trace for a thousand miles.
When the deed is done, they shake their robes and leave,
Hiding their bodies and names deep away.
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Chapter 96