Star in Box

Most of the swords in the world are hidden in boxes. Sharpen your edge, avoid the hustle and bustle, and wait for the opportunity. Su Hexing once thought that he would never have to enter the box in this life. When I was young, I traveled with my parents all over the mountains and rivers, hanging pots with swords, and followed an upright path. She thought this was her life. Until it rained heavily, both parents disappeared and there was no news. From now on, there will be no Su Hexing in the world. There is a concubine in the Chong Mansion whose mother is unknown, named Chong Jui. She hid the sword in the box, sealed the past together, and stepped into the Vanity Fair where there were scheming and abyss at every step. After being dormant for many years, she almost forgot that the star in the box once illuminated the mountains and rivers. Until the entire Lu family in Suqian City was wiped out, and the murder shocked the court. She smelled a strange fragrance among the bones - it was the poison of her mother's sect, the handiwork of the Qinglong Sect, and the traces of the past that she had been tracking for ten years. From the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to the yellow sand in Mobei, from the palace of the Imperial Palace to the extremities of the Western Regions, she followed the clues all the way. It turns out that the close relative has died long ago. And there was more than one person who killed them. Those handed the knife don't even think they did anything wrong. Some were greedy for her father, some were jealous of her mother, some were handing over the knife, some acquiesced, and some stood by and watched. They just chose themselves in that moment. No one signed a contract to kill. But everyone's greed, jealousy, cowardice, and selfishness are like a noose when put together. She knelt in front of her parents' ice coffins, and suddenly she didn't know who to hate. After half a lifetime of forbearance, in the end, even the hatred can't find a clean place to go. When all thoughts were lost, the horn sounded outside the pass. The iron hoofs of the Qinglong Sect have broken through the border, and the martial arts community in the Central Plains is in danger. Those who handed over the knife in the past are now standing under the same city wall. Someone asked her: Is it worth it? Doesn't this world owe you enough? She pulled out the sword that had been gathering dust for many years from the box. The light of the sword illuminated her eyes, just like the Asing who wielded the sword to the end of the world. "My father held the sword, and my mother hung the pot, all to protect the mountains and rivers. I can't let their deaths be in vain." ——The starlight in the box has not been extinguished, and it is still bright when it is taken out of the sheath. Purpose: True chivalry is never ignorant of worldly affairs and always upright, but rather, in the quagmire of intrigues, still holding on to the bottom line, caring for the common people, even if the edge is temporarily reduced, it will never hide its light.