All People Are High in Martial Arts: I Use the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum to Control All Ethnic Groups

In my previous life, I knelt on my knees, dug my fingertips into the mud, and watched her being torn into pieces. In this life, the rules have been established - whoever touches her will die. There is a museum of intangible cultural heritage hidden inside me. It is not a dead display, but a living soul. The Shu brocade is wailing, the loom is whispering, and Luban Suo has been waiting for three thousand years. They are shouting, they are waiting for someone who can understand them. That person is not me. It's my sister. She could hear it. Foreign tribes invaded the world, thousands of tribes ran rampant, and gods and Buddhas came to the world. They were condescending and asked me what I wanted. I only have two words to say: I want her to live. I want to keep my roots. They laughed: What can I exchange for it? I draw my knife. The name of the sword is Shougen. The blade reflected a face - that was the captain who was waiting to be beheaded 1,300 years ago. He is waiting for a successor who can clear a path for him in this troubled world! I said in a deep voice: "I'll come." The sword screamed in the sky, and all the tribes retreated together! The heaven and earth were silent, only the constant blood clanking! In the audience, Lin Wan clutched the corners of her clothes tightly, her eyes were red, and she managed not to shed a single tear. She whispered: "Brother, you win." I lowered my head, fixed her messy hair, and replied steadily: "Well, go home."