Qinghe Weijian

On a snowy night, the green light illuminated the sword mark, and in the young man's palm was a wound that had not healed three thousand years ago. When the astrologer of the Dayin Dynasty observed Yinghuo Shouxin, the last sword tablet on the top of Jiuyi Mountain collapsed - This is the eve of the revival of spiritual energy, and it is also the dusk of the decline of swordsmanship. Chen Qinghe, the charcoal seller, clutched half of the mahogany sword and understood the first hint of the meaning of Tingyu Sword in the sound of the county magistrate's daughter's piano. He doesn't know: The drunken swordsmanship instructor in the academy was once the banished immortal who cut the dragon's veins with his sword; The colorful threads dancing on the embroiderer's fingertips are darning the broken sword heart of the soldier's sword; And the Jiuyi Sword Pavilion, known as the ancestral court of swordsmanship, is refining the souls of past disciples into prison chains to hold the tomb. From the ancient fierce sword unsealed in Hanjiang River to the ten thousand swords and plowshares forged at the border, When thirty-six caves fought for the sword tomb and killed red eyes, The boy saw the truth in the graffiti of children in private school—— The so-called pinnacle of swordsmanship is just pointing the tip of the sword at one's own throat. There are three most difficult swords in the world: The wooden sword that cuts endless fate, The heart sword that cannot save the setting sun, and... The "unsword" that makes martial artists all over the world put down their swords.