The Sword Is Ringing

He was supposed to be frozen to death by the white snow and the biting cold wind, but by chance, he was picked up by a poor Taoist priest... Seventeen years later, the young man carried the wooden sword on his back and resigned from the mountain gate; he went down the mountain alone! The road to the world is long; rice wine is a piece of cake! Watch for a long time, one sword shines coldly on Jiuzhou! Wait for the carp in the river to jump over the dragon gate; wait for our generation to realize the Tao and live forever!