Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part One) As the Qingming Festival approached, Lin Qingchao took Qing Jiu out shopping for new summer clothes. After browsing several streets, they settled into a teahouse. A storyteller was entertaining the crowd with tales of the jianghu’s most intriguing events. “Speaking of strange events in wulin, one cannot help but mention Hangzhou,”…
Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part Six) As Qing Jiu’s sword was mere inches from the woman’s throat. She leaned aside, twirling her jade flute, deflecting the strike. This allowed Qing Jiu to see her profile. Her features were strikingly handsome and oddly familiar. Qing Jiu’s sword play was fluid, gliding along the flute, aiming for the woman’s…
Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part Five) It took Qing Jiu three years to be able to spar with Jian Gui for over a hundred moves. By that time, she was thirteen and had grown significantly taller, already undertaking missions within the Ghost Sect. Qin Gui had traveled to the great deserts for a mission and it was…
Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part Four) After she entered the Ghost Sect, the world no longer knew of Lin Zigui; only the Ghost Sect assassin, Qing Jiu, remained. Although Qin Gui had taken her as a disciple, she was absent from the Ghost Sect for at least four months each year, so she trained in martial arts…
Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part Three) The woman who approached wore a lake-colored silk dress, with a graceful and elegant appearance, but her demeanor and actions betrayed a reckless, almost arrogant air that contradicted her graceful appearance. She cradled a zither in her arms, strolling casually amidst the scattered corpses, her expression unfazed by the carnage. “I…