Horizontal Knife

Once upon a time, there was a sect called Wuxiang Chan Dou. The leader of Wu Xiang Chan Dou was named Xu Ji. Xu Ji had a disciple named Hu Li. Hu Li had a knife, but he had no name, and he had never killed anyone. He had seen a lot of blood, if killing chickens and ducks counts. Such a small sect of four people suddenly stumbled into a conspiracy that has been entangled for sixteen years. Martial arts, the imperial court, family destruction, old dreams, the past is complicated and confusing, peeling off the threads and cocoons. No one knows about this year's world. Many years later, Hu Li is still holding a broken knife. ——The edge of my sword is the rivers and lakes, and the wind and clouds surge when I wave and rebuke, and the hilt of my sword is my heart. How can a person with a bad heart carry the world?