The green mountains never grow old, and the bones of the sword remain forever.
Young Zhang Yu brought with him a sharpening stone, a rusty sword, and a jug of wine. Starting from Beiyuan, the sword points to the entire world.
The Sword King, the Spear King, the Sword Master, the Martial God... Strong men from all walks of life met by chance and clashed constantly.
I want Qingshan's sword to bloom in the world again.
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Many years later, Zhang Yu looked back at his past. Behind him were his long-gone friends and broken swords everywhere in the mountains.
——I saw how charming the green hills were, and I expected the green hills to be so when they saw me.
