Eighteen years ago, during the heavy snowfall of the twelfth lunar month, I picked up a swaddling clothes - an abandoned baby, with a half-cut sword and nothing else outside the gate of Wenjianfeng Mountain.
Eighteen years later, this abandoned baby became the most dazzling genius in Wenjian Sect. During the Sword Heart Ceremony, the sword heart stone rang nine times, and hundreds of thousands of sword weapons rang all over the mountain. The master promised the position of Sword Master in public.
That night, his most trusted senior brother tricked him into the forbidden area deep in the Sword Tomb.
Breaking into forbidden areas secretly, practicing forbidden arts secretly, collaborating with the enemy and rebelling against the clan - overnight, the sword admired by thousands of people became a prisoner. Abandoning repairs, chasing doors, chasing people, falling off cliffs, he fell from the clouds into the mud.
At the bottom of the valley, he saved his life and also a young girl with a gun from a wild background. Her marksmanship was inherently deficient, but he used his sword skills to correct it; his sword was covered in dust, and she wiped away his cold sweat with her spear tassel.
Two years later, at the World Military Ceremony Conference, eighteen soldiers gathered in Bingkui City. One recasts the sword and wants to go back to the mountain gate to seek justice; the other creates his own marksmanship and wants to rectify Ye Luzi's name in front of the world.
Ask the sky, ask people, ask yourself - the most difficult thing in the world is never the sword, but the human heart.
