In troubled times, when the smoke rises, there is a swordsman who can strike a thousand miles with his sword, break thousands of armors, keep the balance of fortune in the world, punish evildoers, eliminate foreign objects that harm the country and the people, and one person can support a river and lake.
When the world is at peace, this man is idle in the clouds and wild cranes, traveling in rivers and mountains with beauties. He never wants to ascend in his life. When he is dying, he conquers the world with his troops. He is the best swordsman in ancient and modern times.
Dreaming about willow alley, the dream ends up hanging upside down. One book, one story, one sword, one world. Let's look at the young man, he aspires, practices, encounters difficulties, realizes, and travels. The world is so big that there is only one sword.
Young man, this world is not worth it, so it is better not to come.
Reader comments
Wuwen has a melodious road ahead, and the sword has three feet and the world is crazy.
I have a pot of spring night wine, which is enough to soothe my sorrows under the moonlight.
Wuwen has a melodious road ahead, and the sword has three feet and the world is crazy. I have a pot of spring night wine, which is enough to soothe my sorrows under the moonlight.