The Butcher's Knife Protects the Orphan Girl on a Snowy Night

Seven years ago, Shen Can, the fastest swordsman in the world, got tired of fighting in the world and made a living chopping bones in a small town butcher shop incognito. I thought that the calm years would wash away the blood, until the night of the blizzard, the master of the Jinyiwei kicked open the door: "Mr. Shen, you have hidden enough in this world, it is time to go out and pay your debts." His hand holding the knife trembled slightly, but he saw a three-year-old girl walking out of the back room and hugging his leg: "Dad, are the meat chopped up?" The Jinyiwei suddenly knelt down collectively: "The orphan of Beizhen has been living here, and I beg Mr. Shen to protect her -" Seven years have passed. Seven whole years. What these hands hold is no longer the world-famous fast knife "Jingzhe", but this bone-chopping knife with a rolled edge and a greasy edge. What was killed was not the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the eagles and dogs of the imperial court, but these pigs and sheep that could not breathe. The smell of blood seemed to have faded away, and was completely soaked by the smell of meat day after day, seeping into the palm lines and carving into the bones. He sometimes feels that the world's fastest swordsman named "Shen Can" may have really died in an unknown corner seven years ago. The only person alive now is a butcher who chops bones in the town, Wang Er...