The Sword Also Has Its Way, and the Wine Can Be Listened to the Wind

There are too many rules in this world. Gods have to be decent and mortals have to be obedient. Chen Fang is the only exception. He was a swordsman, but he didn't even have a decent sword. He had a broken wine gourd hung around his waist all year round, and he was either holding a piece of foxtail grass or picking up a dead branch in his hand. He talks a lot about trains, likes to grab candied haws with children, and likes to tease girls passing by. He looks like a complete scoundrel, a gangster, and even a madman. But those gods who were high up on the mountain had to take a detour when they saw him. Because no one knows whether this seemingly powerless drunkard will suddenly draw his sword in the next second - he draws his sword not to kill people, but just for pleasure. He asked what was on his mind, laughed when he wanted to, and scolded when he wanted to. When he said that God was unkind, he split the dark clouds with a sword; when he said that people were hypocritical, he trampled on the so-called "rules" under his feet. For a beggar whom he met by chance, he once walked into a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, just to beg for a mouthful of hot soup; and in order to protect the dilapidated town behind him, he blocked the sky full of gods and Buddhas with one person and one stick. The world laughed at him for being crazy and for not knowing what he meant. But he smiled and said: "I, Chen Fang, do not seek immortality or immortality in my life, I only seek to live happily and have a clear conscience." This is a story about freedom. This is a legend about a seemingly rogue swordsman who used an unknown sword to cut through the dull world and restore a bright world to the world. When the wind blows, the wine gourd is empty. Chen Fang patted the dust on his body and grinned: "Let's go have a drink."