Bamboo Flute and Sword Break Through the Sky

In the seventh year of Jinghe, the sound of autumn soaks my bones. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River lingered for a whole month, making the city of Gusu feel even quieter. The bell of Hanshan Temple has been ringing for three hundred years and has ferried countless pilgrims, but it has not been able to overcome the blood and hatred in the rivers and lakes. Above the canal, the water mist is thick, and a few scattered sails can be vaguely seen. They are the returning boats knocked down by the autumn frost, and they also contain an undercurrent of murderous intent. Ten years ago, Zhuyin Valley was burned down overnight. In the past ten years, Youming Pavilion has traveled all over the world, just to find the green bamboo flute that is said to contain the secrets of the sword manual, and the possible remaining bloodline in Zhuyin Valley. Their dark shadows pass over the towns and countryside, and wherever they go, there will be a fishy wind. The legend about "Liu Cui" becomes more and more mysterious with each killing. Some people say that the Liucui Flute was buried in the sea of ​​​​fire with the owner of the Bamboo Hidden Valley; some say that it was taken to the north by the orphan in the valley; some even say that the flute itself is a sword manual, and it takes a destined person to understand the way of swordsmanship with the nature of bamboo to unlock its secrets. The late autumn rain finally stopped for half a day. Under the stone arch of Maple Bridge, the water stains were still wet, reflecting the setting sun in the sky, as red as solidified blood. A young man followed the legend and came here, carrying the coolness of the mountains. He had a sword wrapped in coarse cloth around his waist, and his fingertips were rubbing an inconspicuous bamboo flute - the flute was plain, but glowed with a very faint green halo in the sunlight, as if it contained the aura of the entire bamboo sea. This flute, this sword, this mission hidden in his blood, will eventually set off a storm in his hands to cleanse away good and evil. And the grievances and grievances that have been dormant for ten years will once again sweep the world with the first cold wind after autumn.