The First Book by the Nobleman on a Snowy Night

I've always believed that anyone who spends their days scheming and spouting grand theories isn't worthy of being a true swordsman.

If you've got a sword in hand, then live freely among the jianghu and look down on the world.

A blue robe, a long sword, and a jug of fine wine are all I need to be content for the rest of my life.

I ask you, immortals in the heavens: what does it mean to split the sky with a single sword?