I Want to Be a Swordsman

From Yangguan Territory to Lingyun Sword Sect, it is thirty thousand miles. From mortals to sword immortals, there are six realms and fifty-four levels. He walked very slowly. At the age of six, he was thrown into the back hall to chop wood. No one told him why he couldn't practice. When he was twelve years old, he carved a line of words on an old locust tree: Xu Wuling wants to be a swordsman. At the age of eighteen, he opened the first lock and "saw" something flowing in his spiritual veins for the first time. It was a drop of spiritual fluid. As thin as dew. But that was the fate he had grasped for the first time in sixty-two years. Someone sealed him at birth. Some people also left a crack in the seal. That person is waiting for him. Wait for him to open the nine locks and walk into the sword pavilion, and ask him personally: "Do you hate me?" He doesn't know the answer. He only knows—— He will go through this journey. Use this sword. Use this life. Use that sentence that has been engraved for twelve years: I want to be a swordsman.