Once, Zhao Changhe had suggested to Tang Wanju to witness the "Ba Mountain Night Rain Swells the Autumn Pond," but by the time he finally arrived, it was already early summer.
The timing didn't coincide with the poetic scene described in those famous lines, and Zhao Changhe admitted that he had run out of ink in his belly, unable to compose a poem anymore.
Who knows, besides the Sword Pavilion, if there was a Taoist Gu in Ba Mountain who could perform the Forty-Nine Strikes of the Backwind Willow Sword?
Leaving Huiji while leading his horse, all through his journey away from the Tang family's sphere of influence, whether meeting Imperial officials or people from the Worldly Society who recognized him and his Big Broadsword, each treated him with great respect. In any town where he rested, the reception was always grand.
