A pot of turbid wine and a lonely sword. Carrying the wine with the sword, walking through the dust and smoke, traveling alone as a guest to the end of the world.
This is the half-life story of a wandering knight. He has no set way back and is not bound by his sect. He uses heaven and earth as his residence, and the wind and moon as his good companions. In the morning, I would see the mist in the mountain stream, and in the evening, I would stay in a deserted village shop. I would watch with cold eyes the grievances in the rivers and lakes, and enthusiastically help the people in trouble. Old hatreds are hidden deep in my heart, and the road ahead is long. I have met hypocritical and upright people from famous families, and I have also met magnanimous people in the mountains. I have seen through the stereotyped definitions of good and evil in the world.
Time blunts the edge of a sword, but never softens the bones of a hero; I am wandering and helpless during the journey, but fortunately I meet a close friend. Even though I have traveled all over the world and have no fixed place in my life, I still maintain an inch of enthusiasm and a tenderness. I travel thousands of miles and become a free guest in the world.
Purpose: To break the shackles of good and evil in the world, and to be free in the world with a chivalrous heart
