I am Wu Xie, and I want to record a legend.
A wanderer leaves no monument, seeking the Way amid the mortal world.
Where green peaks drink blood and bronze bells sway, she walks through three martial worlds with a wine gourd in hand. The flash of an assassin's blade nurtures her chivalrous heart; the ghostly whispers of tombs conceal her sense of justice. Her ageless face is a living monument.
A hundred years pass like a blade, yet cannot sever love and hatred. The laws of Heaven and fate are chains, yet cannot bind a free and joyful life in the martial world.
A cup of wine in the spring breeze among peach and plum blossoms; a lamp burning through ten years of rainy nights in the martial world. She has drunk by the fishing fires on the Xiang River and passed out amid the Mongolian beacon smoke. In her sword scabbard rests the moonlight of the three-foot Changbai Mountains.
Some call her the Jade Rakshasa; others call her Shopkeeper Shen. When the flute sounds, only the Ultimate remembers the one who carved a mark into history's hidden river with her sword tip.
There is a person in this world named Shen Jianxin. This is the first time in my life that I have met her.
A hall full of flowers, three thousand guests drunk; one sword's frost chills fourteen provinces.
# Contains graphic violence, sexual content, horror, and morally questionable views. Not suitable for readers under eighteen. Do not imitate dangerous actions. The romantic relationships are complicated and unclear.
Theme: Equality, justice, the rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and kindness.
