When she was sixteen years old, she picked off all the eighteen masters in the south of the Yangtze River with one sword, and was known as "Jade-faced Shura" by people in the world.
Now he is squatting on the threshold of the ruined temple, holding half a sour bun and chewing it seriously.
A childish voice came from behind: "Master, why did you retire back then?"
She wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, squinted and looked into the distance:
"Because... The killing sword is too sharp and will rust."
"But why does the sword get rusty?"
"When you find that the sword is pointed at the person you have protected with your life."
Bingshan Mensao Shoufu vs Jianghu Jade-faced Shura; woman disguised as a man; heart-pounding secret love
Intention: A swordsman may not always be free and easy with a sword to the end of the world and be proud of the world; it may also be the wisdom and tenacity of choosing to bow his head and endure for the little glimmer of light in his heart that he wants to protect when he is stuck in the quagmire, and secretly make plans. The truly strong ones are those who, after seeing through the darkness and injustice in the world, still choose to hold on to the bottom line and spread warmth within their capabilities.