When Chen Xun led the skinny old horse into Qingshi Town, the sun was shining brightly.
The horse was picked up on the way, and no one wanted it. Its legs and feet were not very agile, and it started to pant after walking a few steps. Chen Xun didn't mind it either. It was better than nothing. At least he could help carry the long thing wrapped in rags.
That thing is his sword and his pillow.
"The sword rests on the mountain", these were the last words the master said before his death. Chen Xun didn't quite understand it, but he remembered it. Master said that when you are tired from walking, just use it as a pillow to rest. No matter where you go, you will feel at home.
So he walked and rested all the way, from north to south, and climbed so many mountains that he couldn't even remember.
Qingshi Town is a medium-sized place that happens to be stuck in the pass of two mountains, and all the caravans and wanderers who come and go have to pass through here. The roads in the town are paved with bluestone slabs, which make a clicking sound when you step on them. They are very old.
