On the night when she ran away from marriage at the age of fourteen, she climbed out of the back wall of the ancestral hall with a red rope in her hand.
The gangster blocked the road, and a black horse rushed out. Someone leaned over to help her get on the horse, and there was an old scar on her lower jaw.
She knelt in the pine forest and called "Sister", but the man only left five words: The world is very big, see you again if we are destined.
Later, she traveled around the world and asked one question: "Have you ever seen a hanging knife?"
Five years later, in a tea shop in the east of Kaifeng City, the ground was covered with white locust flowers. Someone looked up at her and said, "Come in and have a cup of tea."
Day and night for half a year, she taught her all her life's sword skills. I thought the day would just go by like this.
The late autumn wind blows, and the iron gate is bolted from the outside. The words "live a good life from now on" separate life and death.
When she climbed out, she was already leaning under the locust tree, still holding the knife in her hand. She took off the red rope that had been tied to her wrist for ten years, wrapped it around the handle of the knife, and buried it together in the soil.
Later she became the best swordsman in the world.
But every autumn, she would go back to the tea shop and sit under the locust tree for a while.
The wind rustled the leaves, and a cup was placed opposite.
The old rope was buried, and a new one was tied around the wrist.
