Solitary Knife

"The cold clouds over the vast sea press down on the garrison, and the new wind cracks the armor and rolls up dust. The cold snow condenses on the Mo Dao at the waist, and the frost edge on the handle cuts through the iron. Hu Qi rides on the smoke and a thousand tents are darkened, and the flag rolls back ten thousand times. A roaring sound startled the moon and broke through the sky, and Jinglu returned. Looking at my hometown thirty thousand miles away, I caress my clothes quietly and mourn alone at night. Still holding the heroic spirit of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, he vowed to reach the Jade level with his fame. Even though the bones of the teachings are buried under the quicksand, they still protect an inch of moss in Anxi. " This book has no system of protection, no time travel, and no harem entanglements. He was originally a soldier on the border, but the truth about his parents' mysterious death was carved into his bones and blood like a mark of fate, dragging him from an ordinary military career into a whirlpool. "A lonely sword has its own good help." After settling in Chang'an, he gave up his comfort, sharpened his civility and martial arts, and used his flesh and blood to challenge the powerful men of the day. He fought through thorns and thorns amidst the light and shadow of swords, and worked step by step in the maze of power. The road ahead is full of twists and turns, and powerful enemies are everywhere. This journey to find the truth is a counterattack that has already been written by fate. Using his courage as his blade and his obsession as his armor, he finally broke through the shackles of destiny and staged a passionate legend of a small man rebelling against powerful traitors and finally slaying the evil dragon with an egg against a stone.