Overcoming the Calamity of Love, Cultivating Ruthlessness

On the top of Taixuan Mountain is Wenxin Cliff. Tonight is Xie Lin's ninety-ninth love-cutting. The snow fell silently. The cold plum tree on the cliff that has lasted for thousands of years blooms quietly under the moonlight. The sword master in Xuanyi sits cross-legged under the plum blossoms, with an unsheathed long sword across his knees, the name of the sword is "Wangchen". The wind and snow rolled over his eyebrows, condensing into frost, and then falling into pieces, as if time was sighing. He closed his eyes. In the sea of ​​knowledge, love is like a web. The first one was red and hot - it was the peach blossom that the junior sister stood on tiptoe to tie for him when he first entered the mountain gate three hundred and twenty years ago. The peach blossoms have long since turned into mud, but the itch when my fingertips brushed my temples still lingers. The second root was green and slightly bitter - it was the blind harpist he saved when he first went down the mountain to slay demons two hundred and forty years ago. The piano master said: "My benefactor's voice must be very gentle." But he never said a warm word again for a hundred years. The third one is moon-white and cold - that is the shark he met under the glacier in the north one hundred and eighty years ago. The shark's tears turned into beads, and when he gave it to him, he said, "This bead is called 'Buhui'." But the bead turned into powder in the tenth year of his seclusion. … The ninety-eighth root is golden and burns eyes - that is the glance that the Hehuan Sect female cultivator cast across the sea of people at the East China Sea Taoism Conference thirty years ago. His eyes were wandering and he stopped talking. He swung his sword on the spot and cut off a strand of Taoist foundation, suppressing the strange throbbing in his heart. Ninety-eight love threads, ninety-eight mortal connections. It may be shallow or deep, it may be gratitude or resentment, it may be a sudden glance, or it may be entangled for hundreds of years.