Crane Shadow in Cold Pool

In the mist of late spring, Li Hanchuan, a young woodcutter, split the curtain of the world with his hatchet. When he took off the jade token with the shadow of the moon in the cold pond from the old man in Xuanyi who had broken his leg, he never thought that what he picked up was the last fire that destroyed the sect twenty years ago. The chain gun of the pursuers of the Seven Evils League broke through the pile of firewood, but the young man used the tricks in the salesman's miscellaneous books to deceive him - the smell of blood covered in wet mud, and the gravel pointing east and west startled the real partridge. This life-and-death bet won the seven-star mark made of the sword wound on the old man's ribs. On a moonlit night in Silver Mountain Pond, a mysterious guest who was reborn from his broken bones revealed the unique skills of Hantan Sect. Ice blades crack copper coins, frost air molds dolls, and the old man uses the cruel metaphor of the Mobei torture hall to force out the bone-chilling chill in the young man's meridians. Li Hanchuan gleaned Feng Xue's true meaning from the memory of his late father who froze to death, but he also got a glimpse of the truth about the Seven Evils Alliance's massacre of the clan from the blood letter. When the three wolf head blood marks glowed red amidst the sound of gold and iron at the bottom of the pool, the last remaining words of "Cold clouds are not clouds" pushed him into the web of good and evil. This work uses the brushwork of gray snake lines to bury the foreshadowing of a peerless prodigy in the details of a young man secretly learning martial arts techniques. The black blood seeping from the cracks of the wisteria connects the secrets of the martial arts in Mobei. The sound of the hatchet cutting through the wind was compared with the ease with which the ice smashed the copper coins later. The hardened gold sore medicine in the medicine jar witnessed the transformation from a woodcutter in the mountains to a descendant of Hantan. When the one-legged crane opened its cinnabar eyes on the jade order, what awaited Li Hanchuan was not only the killing order from the Seven Evils Alliance, but also the shocking secret treasure that had been sleeping at the bottom of the pond for twenty years.