A sword spirit whose master turned into his disciple after a few years of separation?
"Let's do this, Master, we can discuss it separately from now on."
"As you command, my lord."
In the nineteenth year of Yao's reign in the Ming Dynasty, there was heavy snow.
The fourth prince, who was rumored to be dead long ago, stood squarely in the middle of the hall.
The ministers were all silent for a moment. Xiao Zhihan stood with his hands behind his back, looking around with cold eyes. The fishy wind stirred up in the sludge of the court gave birth to sharp teeth, gnawing at every bone trapped in it.
A hidden arrow shot from nowhere hit the center of his eyebrows. Xiao Zhihan stood motionless. The accomplices who threw the hidden weapons knew each other well and did not say a word.
At the critical moment, a burst of quick and light footsteps came on the wind, flew up to the pillars outside the hall, and used their strength. The long sword flew through the air with its waist and drew a sharp arc. It almost brushed Xiao Zhihan's forehead. The crisp impact cut off a strand of ink and dispersed lightly.
Bai Tang held the long sword in one hand and the hidden weapon that had just flown out in the other, and landed quietly beside Xiao Zhihan.
Bai Ling grows tall.
"Destiny... Blindness."
I don't know who murmured.
White silk grows long, destiny is blind
Blind Girl｜Amnesia Master
Wherever the sea of people rushes, there are rivers and lakes.
Purpose: A young girl grows up and has a deep relationship between master and apprentice.