Ask Spring Breeze

Those who ask about the spring breeze are young men in white clothes. Carrying a sword and carrying wine across Kyushu, when drunk, the clouds are swept away and turned into snow, when awake, monsters are killed and turned into lamps. There are green apricots in ancient temples and peach blossoms in Taoist temples hidden in Xinhai. There are monks sitting at both ends of the covered bridge. One is sweeping away the ashes of the world, and the other is singing Xiaoyao sword ballads. This earthly incense is offered to the heaven, and the heaven keeps the demons with cold eyes, and all living beings have knelt down like cud dogs for thousands of years. But an accident caused the young man to drink up the remaining wine in the pot and laugh three times to the sky - from now on, the spring breeze was not the wind, but the unsheathed sword fairy; the pleasure was not the intention, but the feeling of being drenched in the blood of the enemy after overturning the altar. Let's see how a martial artist with a broken vein can use the scenery in his heart and the sword in his hand to cut off the chain of fate and kill through the thirty-third heaven. This path does not ask about cause and effect, but only seeks happiness: kindness needs dripping water and springs spring up, and hatred needs to be cut off and eradicated.