Broken Sword and Lonely Lamp

What is Jianghu? It is the snow in white clothes in the stars of a storyteller, the shadow of swords and peach blossoms outside the window lattice of a restaurant, the love and hatred on the teahouse table - this is the honey brewed by the thoughts of people who have never seen the world. But I really had to put my feet in that mire, and then I realized that the so-called Jianghu was just a piece of rotten flesh soaked in blood. The bones of heroes are mixed with the entrails of bears, and the tassels of noble men are entangled with the intestines of villains. When the wind blows, the rotten stench can float three thousand miles away. Some people hold a sword inlaid with gold and jade, thinking that it can cut away all injustices. In the end, the blade curls up, and they realize that it can cut through steel and the greed in the heart of people. Someone was carrying this unique secret book, thinking that he could dominate the martial arts world. In the end, the secret book was snatched away, and not even a whole body was left behind. More people, like the weeds on the ridges of the fields, sprouted in spring and were crushed into mud by horses' hooves in autumn, without even leaving a name in the world. Some people say that he is hard-working and can still breathe after a narrow escape; some people say that he is stupid because he dares to hit the tip of a knife with a time bomb in his pocket. What about himself? All he knew was that when the master handed him this hot potato before he died, the thing in his eyes was hotter than the will-o'-the-wisps in the mass grave. There is no fairy couple in this story, no invincible couple. He was only a half-grown child, carrying a broken sword and walking in the mud. The rain will hit him, the wind will blow him, and the knife will cut him, but the iron in his bones will never rust through. If you ask him where he is going? He couldn't tell. I just know to move forward, but what about the future? God knows. The road in the world is long, but it cannot last more than one breath. Let's start with the Jingzheyu in this mass grave.