Why Don't I Just Go Down the Mountain, Master? Why Did You Pass Away?

[Xianxia][] Xiao Nie grew up in Zhushan. His master was an unreliable old man who drank and fished all day long. The master taught him to hide his clumsiness, and he hid it so much that even the master almost believed it. The master sent him down the mountain and said he would meet again after two years. He walked into the arena with an old sword and a white fox, only to find that he had become the target of the entire arena. Teahouses, inns, and official roads were full of people who wanted to take his life. He didn't know what secret was hidden in that sword, nor did he know the true past of his master, so he could only escape and move forward. What he didn't know was that outside Zhushan, 100,000 pursuing troops were encircling the mountain. The master, who was drunk all day long, stood alone on the top of the mountain, fighting for his way out with one sword after another. He didn't even know that his master's time was running out. The four saints entered the game one after another. The chess saint locked the game with his body, the medical saint risked his life to save people, and the painting saint hid in the scroll. The whole world is surrounding that bamboo mountain, but the old man on the mountain just wants to fight for one more day for his apprentice. "Remember, my master has been waiting for you on the mountain. When you have time, remember to come back and take a look." But Xiao Nie didn't know if Zhushan would still be there and that person would still be there when he could finally look back. In the battle at Zhushan, the master used his life as a chess piece and cut off all the ways for him. The old sword in the young man's hand had just been unsheathed.