The First Sword of Rebirth Is to Kill a Master to Sacrifice to Heaven.

In the sixth year of Xuanhe's reign, the lights in the Fan Tower in Bianjing were warm, but the letters of credence in the sleeves of the envoys of the Kingdom of Jin were already showing a chill. Meng Yuanlao had just written the four words "Tokyo Menghua", and the rusty smell of Youzhou was already wafting in the wind in the north. The azure glaze Ru kiln was coming out of the kiln. The craftsmen listened to the sound of opening and said it was a "golden thread". They had no idea that this was the first crack in the golden age. The struggle in the court was still going on, Zhang Zeduan was still painting the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival, and Master Li finished singing new lyrics and collected the gold hairpin. Except Chen Jinxing. He knew how the wind and snow would pour into this city that never sleeps, and how the green mountains and rivers would be stained with blood. After being reborn three times, what he wants to save is not the country, but the people. For the last time, he didn't mend the sky. He only makes up for the human world.