Long Yan: Record of the War Fire Returning to Dust

The wind and sand in the Western Desert have been blowing for fifteen years, and the temperament of young Gu Yan has been worn down like the datewood gun barrel in his hand, calm, steady, and without showing any edge. An old iron gun without an edge, half of an old waist tag with "Cang Wu" engraved on it, and a meaningless "Don't learn from me" were all his grandfather left to him. People in the world said that his grandfather was a genius and a traitor that could only be seen in a century. He guarded the dilapidated post house and hid for fifteen years. It was not until the post house turned to dust and the wind and sand hit his face that he realized that what was hidden in that gun was never violence, but the truth that his ancestors had not spoken, and it was the path he wanted to take in this life. So he took the gun and headed east, entered the world of mortals, stepped on the gate of immortality, and traveled through the heavens. When meeting fellow travelers, everyone has their own debts and obsessions; when seeing things in the world, everyone has their own sufferings and confusions. Someone taught him that a gun must be fast, cruel, and capable of killing people; someone taught him that a gun must be obedient, patient, and in compliance with the rules. But he only recognized the gun in his hand and the scale in his heart. Right and wrong in this world should not be decided by the sect, nor by the strong, but by every ordinary person who lives their lives with fireworks. Later, he traveled through thousands of worlds, saw stars hanging upside down, and boundary monuments collapsed, and finally returned to the windy sand of Longtouyi. A gun, a post house, a group of old friends, and a bowl of hot rice. What he has guarded his whole life has never been some kind of treasure, but the fireworks in the world, and the truth in his heart.