Cang Jianxing

Yang Ruyu stayed at Sanqing Temple for twenty-one years. Master said that in the world under the mountain, human hearts are more sinister than monsters. He also thought that his life would be to study, practice swordsmanship, and teach, guarding the 100,000 mountains, and using a green bamboo pole that would never be unsheathed to crush the skulls of all monsters who dared to invade the country. Until the crane brought a secret letter from its mouth. The master called him forward and said in such a solemn tone for the first time: "Disciple, take your sword and go to Chang'an." So, he went down the mountain. From the isolated Taoist temple, we step into the chaos of the human world. From a monk who only knew how to slay demons, he became a sword holder in the center of the whirlpool. In the city of Chang'an, the imperial power is in turmoil, and the evil shadow is ready to move; in the rivers and lakes, forces are divided, and grievances are entangled like a web. Some people laughed at him as a village man who didn't know the current affairs; some were afraid of his extraordinary military power and wanted to get rid of him quickly; some even wanted to use the undrawn sword in his hand to stir up the world. But Yang Ruyu just walked calmly and watched. Look at the stinking of wine and meat in the wealthy family, the freezing to death of bones on the road, the heroes reduced to pawns, and the burning of ideals in conspiracy. Until injustice is like blood, stinging his eyes; until lies are like a net, covering the way he abides by. He will finally hold the green bamboo under the spotlight of everyone. "——" A sword sound as clear as a dragon's roar resounded through the sky. The sword edge, which had been covered in dust for twenty-one years, reflected his eyes that were as clear as ever. "This sword will heal the injustices in the world, and this sword will make everyone in the world feel ashamed."