Zhenshi Ningyuan

When Yinzhou was four years old, he held the first bamboo sword in his life. The three swords screamed, and the senior sister was silent for a long time by the bamboo forest. The old man who taught the sword knocked on the sect master's door that night. He didn't know what was hidden in the north, he didn't know when the bulge between his eyebrows would crack, and he didn't know that someone was looking for him outside the mountain gate. One of the eight brothers has already been here.