No Bait

On the night when I was three years old, the red tide swallowed the moon. Lu Qiya watched with his own eyes as the sharp claws of the sea-covering dragon penetrated the chests of his parents, and the broken sword with the word "Budu" engraved on it also pierced his heart at the same moment. When the salty waves recede, the surviving children will cut out their original names and only call them "Shenzhou" from now on. "Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sinking boat", which cuts off all the causes and effects of the past. Where the sword is raised, the river is cut off, and the time of three breaths is frozen. After twenty years of cutting off the water and splitting the waves, the broken sword "Budu" emitted a cold glow in the young man's hand, and his self-created "Cangming Water-breaking Jue" stirred up the vast waves of the East China Sea. Until he met Shen Diao Xing, a turtle fisherman in a lone boat with a hanging pole - the mysterious man who has been fishing in the raging waves for hundreds of years. He threw his fishing line to Xing Han: "The way of heaven holds the pole, and there is no bait for ten thousand years; the common people are like carps, and they want to swallow the hook in every possible way."