Wenjian

"Chu Mu shook off the dust, made a pot of good wine, and continued on his way, holding his sword under the sunset. As the saying goes: ten years, ten steps, ten swords, one person, one drink, one river and lake. If you want to know what happens next, listen to the next chapter!" After the old man finished speaking, he drank the cold tea on the table leisurely. After a long time, everyone dispersed with complaints, leaving only the old man and a man with a sword on his waist in the originally lively little corner. "I'm tired today. Please ask the young master to move." The man stared at the old man for a long time, holding the scabbard with his left hand and slowly reaching for the hilt with his right hand. The sharp blade was unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and it stabbed straight into the old man's neck. The old man was just drinking tea. When the sword was only half an inch away from the old man's throat, the sword stopped. The man suddenly burst into tears. But the old man smiled: "Your sword is not slow at all. I have already guessed who you are. Do you really want to know what happened to Chu Mu later?" The man sheathed his sword, wiped his face, and said "Hmm" from his throat. Yes, he really wanted to know. A rare smile appeared on the old man's face like a dead tree, and he slowly told the story... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.