One Sword of Remaining Years

(The content of this story is completely fictional, any similarity is purely coincidental~) In the third year of Dinghe, the war was beginning to end, and the eight counties of the Central Plains were in ruins and waiting to be revitalized. The barbarian tigers of the northern kingdom were in Luzhou. Sitting north and looking south, Shun was precarious in the storm. At the foot of Dujiang City, a young man wearing sackcloth and an iron sword spent ten years cultivating his mind. When he woke up, he drew his sword and shocked the king! "My name is Yu Nian, and I am a peaceful Yu. I have spent ten years sharpening my sword." ………… Huaiyin drives away corpses, and strangers are not allowed to enter. Gongshu Qiaoyan was covered with human skin. The sword master enters the temple to become a scholar, wears rich clothes, and sacrifices his life to become a benevolent person. The border city is destroyed and the country is stained with blood. Who says that warriors can't reverse the situation? Look at me breaking through the formation with my iron hoofs clattering, riding a white horse through three levels! In troubled times, talented people emerge in large numbers; the hatred of the country is like a mountain of corpses! The rest of my life is just for one sword!