The Xian Xia Vest Laughs and Makes His Way Through the World

When a wisp of spiritual breath that did not belong to this world fell into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Xiu Ling's sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes reflected a period of absurdity and legend. I was originally the most inconspicuous outer disciple in the world of immortality, relying on the three-legged cat spell I learned from my master to get by. But who would have thought that a sudden thunderstorm would knock me into this martial arts world full of swords, swords, chivalrous bones and tenderness. When I first arrived, I didn't know martial arts, I couldn't do light kung fu, I couldn't even stand on a horse, but I was suddenly involved in the disputes between several sects. Act One: Dilemma. I was like a little fox that strayed into a pack of wolves. With the help of catcher Xiao Li, I managed to regain my footing, but was misunderstood as a remnant of a cult and almost died. Act 2: The twist. An accident caused me to use a "little trick" in the world of immortality, which actually caused waves in the world. I began to make up for my shortcomings in force with fantastic ideas. I pretended to be a mysterious figure and wore vests from various parties, and gradually it became a bit "legendary". Act Three: The Price. Behind every mask is a tearing of self-awareness. When I went from being a joke to being the focus of the world, I discovered that the real enemy was hidden deeper than the night. Feng Yichen's cold eyes, Elder Yun Hong's guidance, Xiao Li's trust... These are as warm as candles, lighting up my way forward. And Xuan Ying's conspiracy, like a surging undercurrent, pushed me into the abyss time and time again. When the truth surfaced, I realized that the so-called rivers and lakes are just a mirror that reflects the greed and glory of human nature. So, when you stand at the crossroads of destiny, facing the choice between justice and survival, how should you wield that sword?