Seventeen years old, upright in green clothes, with a sword named Qingshuang. The young Shen Qingya killed seven evil bandits with a sword at the head of Linjiang City, and saved the lives of a whole city from hanging upside down. The light shone brightly, like the rising sun.
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> Ten years later, it was a cold night in the broken kiln, with mildew as food and lice as companions. The hero of the past was curled up like a dog, with only the frostbite and deep cold all over his body.
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> In the past ten years, fate has repeatedly crushed him into dust: the famous family who took him in seized a sword and drove him away like a wild dog, the wealthy businessman who treated him like a son framed him and put him on death row, the last blood relatives smiled and accepted the gold he gained from selling his ancestral home, and then colluded with the powerful to seize the foundation of his ancestral home. The world is like a knife. The knife saw blood and cut off his last trace of innocence and warmth.
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> In this hopeless ruined kiln where the wind and snow were raging and wild dogs were gnawing at the bones, the old beggar whom he had casually rescued and then forgotten in the dust came walking in familiar footsteps. Skinny fingers tore off the human skin mask, revealing a clear, calm, and calm face. The sentence "Ten years of wind and snow sharpens the sword", accompanied by the master's entrustment that had been buried in dust for ten years, suddenly tore apart Shen Qingya's despair on the verge of death.
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> The wind and snow have not stopped, and the kiln is as broken as a tomb. But the wheel of fate was already turning violently at the moment when the mask peeled off. Is it a belated redemption or a deeper chess game? Can the dusty green frost still reflect the cold light of the sword that defeated the seven bandits?
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> **——This is a story about a hero who fell into the abyss and glimpsed the light of day in the darkest place. The coldness of the world sharpens the bones of the sword, and the wind and snow break the kiln, waiting for the dragon to sing. **
