When People Return Home, Their Swords Return to Their Scabbards

"Those who hold swords must have the courage to overcome thorns and thorns, and they must also have the wisdom to reflect on themselves while hanging the sword." The second senior brother was ambushed and disappeared, so Kaiping went down the mountain to look for him. He didn't know that if he went there, he would enter a chess game that he couldn't understand. He didn't know why everything was pushing him forward. He also didn't know that the old storyteller in Qingfeng Town was hiding the longest secret of Qingting Mountain. At the same time, another young man in Chang'an City was also watching the game. Seven years after he ascended the throne, he built the Wu Gorge and set up magical machines to change the world. He came from another world, but found that he had to face more than just human affairs. The wind and moon on the Tongque Terrace are enveloped by undercurrents. The rebels in Xiling City are holding another thread. And to the east of the East China Sea, something is stirring. The players in this game of chess are not only human beings. One is born into the game. One came from the outside. Jianghu is not what it says in the story. The world is a mess. They pulled out a thread, and they didn't know how many more strings they would pull out.