Qinglong's Edict

Open book poem A mustard seed in Cangjiang River causes the wind and clouds to rise. The martial bones support the sky, and the spiritual roots continue to be immortal. The beacon fires in the five directions are raging, and the Jiuding Taoism is broken. Who said that a fisherman's family can't mend the cracks in the sky? ------ To dear readers: Hello. Before you open this story, please allow me to pour you a cup of tea and light a burner of incense, and let us step into that familiar yet unfamiliar world together. This is a story about "borders". The boundary between rivers and lakes and temples, the boundary between martial arts and immortality, the boundary between mortals and immortality, the boundary between love and heaven - and how a young man used the sword in his hand to carve his name on all these boundaries. ------ He is Jiang Han. An ordinary fisherman by the Cangjiang River, his life before the age of seventeen consisted of only fishing nets, cooking smoke and the figure of his mother sewing under an oil lamp. Until that foggy night, he fished out a black-robed corpse from the river and got half of a cold dragon-patterned iron order. From then on, his peaceful world was completely shattered. The truth about his father's disappearance, the murder of the Qingyun Escort Bureau, the pursuit of Zhenwu Si, and the eyes of those "immortal cultivators" who only appear in legends - all mysteries point to a forgotten name: Qinglong Secret Realm. What awaited him deep in the secret realm was a prophecy that could overturn the entire world: "Thirty years later, spiritual energy revives and the immortal way returns. Martial arts will perish."