The world is in turmoil, the wind and rain are like darkness, the wars of the Five Dynasties have not ended, and wars are everywhere in the Central Plains. A hero in the world of martial arts, his life is as small as grass and grass, his loyalty and right and wrong are all paid with the sword. Lin Qiaoniang was originally an orphan, and was adopted by Aunt Han. She never imagined that in troubled times, she could not help herself, and stepped into the world with no way back. I have no choice but to hold the silver blade in my hand and fight for a bright and sunny day.
Later there was a poem sighing:
The dragon fish swims in the water and the waves turn over, and the boat crosses the dangerous shoal in the rainy night.
The nine cauldrons sank into the sand, and the jade seal was incomplete and cold.
Hu Xuan dances to the end of the swallow clouds, and the green cattle and white horses break over the Yin Mountain.
The wind drives the setting sun into darkness, and the silver blade in hand cuts through the sky.
(The pseudo fanfic of Yanyun Sixteen Tones is only a source of inspiration, please watch it at your own discretion.)
Purpose: To walk the path of a good person in a dirty world