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  　　 Among all counties of Still Bamboo Province, Changping county was outstanding in its beautiful sceneries and a great number of noble families. With its unique charm, Changping county had attracted literati and poets from all over North County, which in turn cultivated the strong cultural atmosphere. The most famous academy of North County is unarguably the Jingan Academy in the imperial city, closely followed by the Still Bamboo Academy in Changping County. During the last several decades, graduates of the Still Bamboo Academy had made a huge impact in North County. Some became the most powerful officials in the imperial city, some became the legendary generals with their names spread over the rivers and lakes, some could found noble families in the Cloud States. Once a man became a student at Still Bamboo Academy, he became superior in the eyes of the common people. But Zhang Nanqin was not common person. Zhang Nanqin was sitting underneath a paifang across the street outsi

  　　 Zhang Nangqin was standing in the crowd. In front of him was a luxurious carriage. The carriage was driven by a young coachman, who was standing beside the carriage and looking at a man lying under the carriage wheel. "Ouch! Oh, my leg! It hurts! it hurts so much!!!" the man was holding his leg and howling.  "The shouting was too loud, and the painful emotion is sort of over killing. It is so obvious an incident-faking extortion. Well, man, you really should improve your stage skills.” Zhang Nanqin said in the crowd, shaking his head. His tone was not very high, but it was clear enough to hear by all, including the coachman. The coachman's face turned red and his eyes were full of anger, "You are blackmailing me?!" 　　 "Blackmailing?" The man shouted, "Come on! My leg was broken. How about you break your leg and blackmail me? You want to try?" 　　 The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a maiden stepped out. She has outs

        Changping county, Still Bamboo Province, North County. The summer sun shines brightly. The streets of Changping County are crowded with people and carriages. In the noisy street, every now and then comes a yell, "Burnishing scissor, sharpening cleaver......."   The yell was not very loud but clear. The young man who was yelling hold two knife sharpening stones in his hands. He spun the stones in his hands and hit them with each other after every yell. The stones made crisp sound under hit, and the sound traveled over the streets and far away. The young man was no one else but Zhang Nanqin. Zhang Nanqin was standing by a butcher's stall. The butcher was a middle-aged fat man with a bare head. Next to the stall was a palm-sized Buddha statue. 　　 The middle-aged fat man lifted the cleaver and chop it into the bones on the board viciously. When he tried to lift the cleaver again, he found that the cleaver was stuck in the bone. 　　 Zhang Nanqin's voice

        In the middle of the room sit a man in early twenties. He had a finely chiseled face, delicate features, and long black hair draped his back. He was carefully reading the book in his hand. 　　 Yiyi Liu gazed at Zhang Nanqin, seemed to want to see him through. She was somewhat disappointed. In her imagination, a man known as the God of War should be much stronger. At least she did not expect a young man, who was perhaps a little younger than herself. 　　 While Liu Yiyi's mind had already gone a thousand miles away, the general stepped forward and saluted, ''The God of War, it is my honor to see you. We have a huge trouble and we need your help." 　　 Zhang Nanqin however did not seem to hear it. He turned one page and continued to read carefully. 　　 The general looked at the warden, only to see him shrug his shoulders. Liu Yiyi started to lose her patient. She walked up and want to speak. The general stopped her before she opened her mouth. He clasped his fi

Located on the border of the Western Desolation, the Bodhisattva Temple is a prison for the five regions East Que, West Desert, South River, North County, and Central Capital.  Based on the Annals of Cloud States, this place had been the site of the struggle for the five regions over thousands of years, where much blood was shed. Later, a young monk was seen in the bloody battlefield. He was walking in the massive dust storms, chanting sutras for the dead people. Wherever he went, the swords were dropped, and the battles were stopped. On his arrival at the center of the battlefield, the light shone throughout the land of Cloud States. Those people seem to have disappeared, and at the same time, the master of Cloud States sent word that someone had become a Bodhisattva. Since then, the Bodhisattva Temple has been built to imprison the worst criminals from the five regions, in the name of compassion for all sentient beings.  Thousands of years after its built, the Bodhisattva Temple is k