That Sword

A pot of wine among the flowers makes the passing passers-by drunk, and the colorful fleeting years, embracing the long corridor of time alone, looking at the yellow flowers under the fence. At this time, a piece of information suddenly entered his sea of consciousness: "The sword is made of iron. It communicates with the spirit by holding it, moves by the heart, lives by the blood, and dies by non-thoughts. The art of sword control lies in regulating the breath, holding the Yuan and keeping one, so that the five spirits of the sword can be unified into one, circulating back and forth, endlessly..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.