Hard to Understand

A hundred years ago, the wind and snow on the top of Tianze Mountain suddenly stopped. A young man in plain clothes stands under the independent banyan tree. Half a volume of poems is filled with the sadness of the change of dynasties. He witnessed the overthrow of the old dynasty and the establishment of a new dynasty with his own eyes, but he said one thing about the future: the reincarnation of power will eventually lead to the return of new life to decay. A hundred years later, in Qingshi Town, Yangzhou, the outer gate of Qingyun Sect. Lin Ji, wearing a washed gray cloth gown, stood at the end of the crowd, listening coldly to the hypocritical preaching of the inner sect elder. After three years of hard training, the spiritual stone quota has been repeatedly reduced, and even the last spiritual stone that maintains the seal of the forbidden book will be lost. When the dual defense lines of survival and faith are on the verge of collapse, the plain-clothed figure that stayed a hundred years ago quietly arrives. In the ice fields of the north, Zhao Tieshan's spear is stained with blood, and he is still guarding the last inch of the country; on the Thousand Islands Sea, Su Wan's lonely sail is far away, looking at the broken homeland with a vision. Across China, misery intertwined, the old order rotted in silence, and new resistance surged in the undercurrent. When Lin Ji held the half-volume of poems soaked in rain, and when the raindrops regrouped into sharp edges on his fingertips, a journey to declare war on the entire corrupt system began. This is a counterattack starting from the outer disciples, and it is a declaration of war against the millennium cycle of power. Some people use their blood to fertilize their territory, some use their wisdom to penetrate the deep sea, and some use their hearts to prove the way of heaven. What they want to smash is the solidified class; what they want to rebuild is justice that everyone can obtain. The thunder starts at the end of the day, and the wind and rain wash away the sky. Changming has been waiting for a hundred years, waiting for an ending that is not reincarnation. Lin Ji had already drawn his sword and wanted to change the world into a new one.