The Name of the Sword Is Stunning, and Peach Blossoms Are Blowing All over the Head

I was once the fastest swordsman in the world, but now I just want to be the slowest traveler. The enemies have retired one after another, and the master list is updated every year. I am the only one carrying a rusty sword across the mountains and plains looking for peach blossom wine. The storyteller was still telling the story of my sword, Shuanghan Fourteen States, but the young man passing by laughed at the old man's bragging. Until that day when the bandits robbed me and the young man was trembling with fear - I picked up a peach blossom branch between my fingers, and all three thousand cavalrymen dismounted from their horses.