Everyone in the world thought that after the old fire a hundred years ago, Dafeng was gone.
Shen Jibai thought so too.
He was just an orphan who was picked up by his master in the mountains. He took an old sword named after himself and went north to Xijianping with his junior sister Suning to attend the sword competition held every three years.
Until he broke into the temple on a rainy night and rescued a young woman named Lin Qichi who was being hunted. The pursuers claimed to be mountain ghosts, but there was a Shuofeng saber hanging on their waists.
That night, his sword was unsheathed for the first time.
It was also that night that the old fire from a hundred years ago burned at his feet.
A piece of broken jade, half an old flag, and the sentence "You and your father look so alike"...
Everyone is telling him: You are the legacy of the previous dynasty, and you are the last light of the old capital.
But Shen Jibai only wanted to know one thing.
The sword is called the seventh day of the ninth lunar month.
Can he just be Shen Jibai?
However, the world no longer tolerates him.
The court uses him as a fundraiser, the Shuo Kingdom uses him as a price, and the old people use him as a banner.
He only has one sword.
The sword is in its scabbard. People, on the road.
It is easy to ask about the sky, but difficult to return to the truth. No end, no shore, no one to return it to.
