Spring Breeze Knows Southern Meaning

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there is a young man named Wang Zhinan. He is the only one left at home, planting vegetables and watering flowers during the day, and sitting on the eaves of the blue brick house playing the flute in his spare time. People in the village said that his cultivation was low and it would be difficult for him to enter the immortal sect in this life, but he did not argue or argue and only practiced swordsmanship every day. Others absorb spiritual power into their Dantian, and their cultivation level rises steadily. He absorbed spiritual power into his body, but it didn't grow even half a point for many years. It wasn't until one day when he acquired the old sword and the remnants of the sword appeared that he realized that the spiritual power that had disappeared over the years had never dissipated. Instead, it had all sunk into the depths of the sea of ​​energy, forming a sword energy that no one could recognize. At the age of fourteen, he climbed Qingyun Mountain every week to visit Taoist Master Qingyun. At the age of sixteen, he left the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain and entered the outer gate of Tianjian Sect, starting from the lowest level. The world laughs at his low cultivation and no future, but they don't know that he has a sword hidden in his heart and a sea of ​​Qi like an abyss. Yao Muyu, a girl from the declining Yao family, Yao Mufeng, a frail and venomous noble son, Qian Duoduo, a cheerful and free-spirited Taoist priest, Qingyun Taoist priest who has been guarding the mountain for many years, the secrets of old cases, demon cultivators, sects, and Wanjianlu are also slowly involved in his fate with that ray of spring breeze. Later, heavy snow pressed down on the pines on Qingyun Mountain, and thousands of swords came to the sky. The young man stood holding the old sword, which made the world understand that if his cultivation level does not increase, there is no way out. It's just that the path he took was never an ordinary path to immortality. The spring breeze knows the meaning of the south, and thousands of swords ask the blue clouds.