Tinkering Bookmaker

He is the last book tinkerer in Wanjuan Tower. I have been practicing bad books for three years, but I have never touched a sword or practiced martial arts. The only thing he knew how to do was put the broken bamboo slips back together and trace the blurry handwriting clearly. Then a drop of blood fell on the bamboo slip, and the words lit up. He heard a person's voice - separated by thousands of years, separated by life and death, coming from a poem that no one would read anymore. From that day on, he knew that there was some power in this world that could not be gained through practice. It is read out. Every time you use it, you forget a memory. Someone told him that his father went to a place before he disappeared - Guixu. All the forgotten words in the world eventually flow there. Someone told him that the power in those poems did not belong to this world. The seal is cracking, and the cracks are getting wider. And the words on the bamboo slip in his arms were fading one by one. He had to find Guixu, his father, and the person who was writing poetry vigorously on the other side of the crack before the poem disappeared completely. -Then he remembered that he had forgotten his mother's face.