Misty Rain and Ren Jianxing

In the hazy place of mist and rain, there are many bones in the rivers and lakes He is not a loner, but he is destined to walk alone. A broken sword and half a pot of turbid wine, traveling through the endless rivers and lakes. Blood hatred is like maggots on the tarsal bones, eroding the heart and bones; sorrow and joy are like the wind passing through the hall, passing through the body. The world only sees him rising from the sword, clearing away the mist and rain, singing long songs and drinking wine, laughing and cursing from his heart. They said he was arrogant and laughed at his insanity, but they didn't know that every inch of his passionate bones and blood were tempered by the scars of the past; every cold light that cut through the long night reflected the grief of the separation of the old friend. Gratitude and hatred are like a net, and the road ahead is like an abyss. Those who hurt others are all firewood; those who hinder others are all whetstones! Is the road ahead an abyss or the other side? He doesn't care. He only said: If you let mist and rain live your whole life, your grudges can be settled with a sword! Now hold on to the three-foot green blade, fight your way through the endless rivers and lakes, and ask - "A worthy opponent?!"