I Haven't Drawn a Sword for Fifteen Years

My name is Xie Buyan, and I opened a tavern in Wangyou City. Feed the cat, make wine, and burn a fire stick every day. I just want to retire quietly. But there are always people who won't let me be clean. The lord of the city came to collect protection money, and my cat cut his knife into pieces with its claws. The most beautiful woman in the world came to seek revenge, and I used a chopstick to destroy her lifelong cultivation. A rebellious Shaolin monk came to me to discuss Taoism. We stood on the top of a snow-capped mountain for three days. After he came down from the mountain, he abandoned his martial arts and said that I had won. They all say that I am the best swordsman in the world. They don't know that my sword has not been unsheathed for fifteen years. Because the last time he drew his sword, he almost cut off the world. Now, the enemies from back then have come to visit me, and the imperial spies are targeting me. Even the "Tianji Pavilion" that has planned the entire martial arts conspiracy for hundreds of years can't sit still. They laid a dragnet and forced me to draw my sword at the cost of the lives of the people in the city. I sighed and picked up the fire stick wrapped in gray cloth. "Why bother." "I've already said -" "My sword is always there." The max-level boss is forced to open his business. He is invincible at the beginning and specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction. More than just fun: When all his enemies fell, he picked up the wine glass and discovered that the hardest thing was to live well. The sword has been sheathed, but the legend has just begun.