Black Sword Returns to Dust

Black sword returns to dust The snow falls silently, but the sound of the sword leaves traces. A soul from another world wakes up in a dilapidated house in Qingxi Ancient Town. With the eyes of an engineer, he sees the swords and shadows of the rivers and lakes; With the pen of a scholar, he writes about the joys and sorrows of troubled times. Ink is writing, sword is martial arts; The dust is ordinary, and the heart is the Tao. When Mo Jian died, he finally understood: A chivalrous man is not in the temple, not in the world, but in every choice he makes to step forward.