Hanshui No.1 Shop

My name is Zhou Qing, a cargo carrier at Hanshui Pier. When I was eight years old, Yuan soldiers stormed into the ruined temple, and I touched a roll of blood-stained parchment on a corpse. There are pictures on it, with little people drawn on them and arrows next to them. I can't read. But I followed the arrow and survived. Later, Yu Erxia came to Hanshui to track down the sect's lost property. He took one look at me and said, "Your internal strength is from Wudang. But your fighting style is not from Wudang." He was right. The meridian diagram on the scrap book is from Wudang, but the moves were made by me in a fight at the dock. He broke his bones seven times and nearly died three times. Things rolled out of the mud are not found on the mountain. He gave me a wooden sign and told me to go up the mountain with the sign if I was in danger of life or death. He didn't know that I had already mastered Jingmen - there was only a posture diagram of holding a sword in the fragmentary volume, and there was no meridian path. I learned the swordsmanship by myself. There was much he didn't know. The roll of parchment is still in my arms. The blood had dried long ago, but the arrow could still be seen clearly. Uncle Wang said, others look at the waves, but you look at the shore. I've been watching it for twenty years and I'm still watching it.