Left Hand Finger

Fifteen years ago, Zhuge Yanqiu, the commander-in-chief of the South, quelled the rebellion and eliminated the plague. After his success, he disappeared with his unique secret book "The Finger and the Moon on the Left Hand" and became an unsolved case for fifteen years. Fifteen years later, Jingdong County Zhuofeng Martial Arts Hall held a martial arts competition. Shi Xu worked hard to practice his family's silk-winding skills, but was knocked off the stage by Bai Mantou, a former cook, who used an iron pot and a frying spoon to lure the enemy to distraction with the "Kung Pao Chicken" move; Xichu Riyue's fierce sword skills were cleverly crafted by Su Banxia's silver needle; Song Laosi was knocked unconscious by Ruan Li's son and mother's ax. That night, four defeated young men squatted in the forest, shared a pot of brown rice porridge, drank turbid wine, kowtowed and made a sworn brotherhood. They originally thought that by entering a martial arts hall, they could learn swordsmanship, practice martial arts, and make their way in the world. The first person he met was the girl Zhuge Lingxi who was guarding the ant nest. She seemed weak, but she stood up to hold back the scalding water and protect a nest of ants. Teacher Zhang was shocked when he diagnosed her pulse: 70% of the girl's Ren pulse was broken, her heart pulse was cracked, her bones were covered with cold poison, and she had been seriously injured for many years, and she was only sixteen years old. No one knows her life experience, only the thin cocoon left by rubbing the medicine on her wrists hides a secret. Troubles came one after another, strange things happened frequently in Jiyunhe River, Panshan Ancient Temple, and Yuyang Jingyuan, and people disappeared one after another. The old grievances of the martial alliance, secrets of the royal family, and hidden conspiracies that had been buried for fifteen years gradually surfaced. On a full moon night, the silent moonlight and sword light will finally appear, and old scores will be revealed one by one. The daily routine of fireworks in a boy's life is just a quiet prelude before the heavy snow falls. Slow-burning group portraits, traditional martial arts. All the dormancy and tenderness in front of you are waiting for the wind to blow.