Lingxiao Swordsman

It's midsummer, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant. The sun leaves mottled light and shadow in the woods, and birds chirp on the branches. A rustling sound came from the forest, and a figure passed through the treetops, breaking the silence of the forest. This figure kept shuttling through the forest, frightening the birds in the forest and crushing the bright red flowers on the branches. The figure suddenly stopped. It was a young man, about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing rough cloth, with messy black hair on his head, and his dark eyes were full of anxiety. There was a cliff a few steps ahead. PS: Yes, it's the cliché cliff jumping.