Am I Not a Swordsman Genius?

❶[Master flow] [High martial arts and low magic] [Protagonist appears in Chapter 2] [Half literary and half white] [Not a triad cultivator] [Not a pure upgrade flow] ❷Light resourcefulnessLight suspenseLight humor ❸No time travelNo systemNo harem Huh? It's a lie, right? Am I not a swordsman genius? How come things were robbed, friends were kidnapped but there was no clue, he couldn't even take down a drag sister, and he was even almost killed by Leng Tou Qing alone? ... Mo Xing lived in seclusion in the Western Wasteland for ten years. Unexpectedly, he encountered setbacks one after another when he returned to the world. He couldn't help but ask himself: Am I not a master? --------------- ---Divider line--- --------------- [A more serious introduction]: "Kids, it's so real!" The old man laughed loudly, raised his neck and drank all the remaining wine in the pot. His eyes like ancient wells suddenly became full of energy. But when he heard the sudden roar of the dragon and heard the sound of wind and thunder, the old man pointed out and drew in vain: "The Sophora japonica tree is bitter, the years are cold and intense, and the withering glory is like a flying star. Frost comes and goes, dusk rain rushes, and the old maples are still burning in front of the cliff. Looking back, I saw thousands of sails drifting away with the current, and I was startled to realize that my dream had fallen into a long night; I looked at the dust rising with smoke in front of me, and I woke up to see that the sky was empty. " ... The spring light competes for nobles, but the autumn frost deflects gold and silver. The old man with white beard and hair was once a young man who danced and sang.