The Broken Sword Walks on the Frost

A fragment of a page predicts a hundred years of bloodshed; An ink pattern pierces the established trajectory of destiny. That day the foreigner fell into Zhang Sanfeng's boyhood, The only thing he can do is to use the sword in his hand as a pen, In the world where the Condor Heroes are still young and Wudang has not yet been established, Rewrite the "Diao Can Bian" that has been written for a long time.