A Rare Sword for a Hundred Years

My crazy uncle raised me and taught me how to sharpen swords at the top of the mountain, but he didn't teach me any sword skills. Eight years later, I carried the sword box he gave me, and also carried the dusty memory. I walked out of the unknown mountain and entered the disputes in the rivers and lakes. After eight years of sharpening the sword, I finally found the heart of the sword. After a hundred years of listening to the sword, it is rare to see one person. Even though one sword broke the road to the sky, it was rare to see him again in a hundred years. Spring comes and autumn goes, and Baidu reincarnates. A young man in white robe is sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance and murmuring: "Everyone, I'm here to take you home!"