He was once a world-famous swordsman, but now he only has a white horse and a rusty sword.
The world said he was dead, the dynasty removed him, and even the tombstones of his enemies were covered with moss.
But he's still walking.
From the abyss of the Kan hexagram in the Book of Changes to the virtual fire of the Li hexagram;
From the shackles of the temple that Lao Tzu "takes for profit",
To lament in the wilderness where "there is no use for it".
The white horse's hoof prints trampled the sixty-four hexagrams, and the rusty sword split the fog:
Killing is there, compassion is non-existent;
There is authority, but there is no way of heaven;
Even this broken body is just a temporary shell lent to him by heaven and earth.
When the Beidou tilts and the river map reappears,
He finally had an epiphany at the end of blood and snow——
I have been pursuing the "Tao" for half my life,
It was the moment between drawing the sword and sheathing it.
