Gentian Shines on the Snow, and the Soul of the Soldier Is Reincarnated

On the eve of the college entrance examination, Zhao Yuan fell asleep holding the white wax pole he had practiced for three years. When he woke up, he became Zhao Qingfeng, the son of a military household in Datong Guards. When he was six years old, the wandering Taoist priest Zhang Xuansu woke up from his past life and discovered that there were two souls living in his body: one from five hundred years later, and the other born in the wind and sand of this borderland. What's even more frightening is that the two souls are irreversibly merging, and "Zhao Yuan" is disappearing. The only solution is to find the soldier souls left in the weapons of ancient famous generals - those unwilling obsessions are sealed by the quenching of death, and only those with two souls can resonate with them. From then on, Zhao Qingfeng set out from Datong, carrying a gentian gun wrapped in gray cloth, and traveled all over the Ming Dynasty. In Julu, I felt Xiang Yu's determination to break the boat, in Changbanpo, I experienced Zhao Yun's bravery of seven in and seven outs, and in one military fantasy after another, he used the obsession of a famous general to stabilize his soul that was about to split. But he's not walking alone. The taciturn master Zhou Yan, the brother Liu Chongshan who competes in swordsmanship, and the woman in green who appears mysteriously - some come for him, some stand beside him, and some leave behind and are never heard from again. And behind him, there are still people hunting for soldier souls. This is a story about "taking root". It's not about becoming the strongest person, but about finding your place in another world and digging your roots into every inch of the land you walk on until you can't tell which is the root and which is the soil.