Jiuzhou Yijianhan

In the world of Jiuzhou, the Immortal Sect is high in the clouds and regards the mortal world as grass and mustard. A hundred years ago, a sword appeared across the sky and single-handedly attacked the nine immortal sects, causing all the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bow their heads. After that battle, the Sword Immortal died. It was rumored that he broke off one of his arms and disappeared into the heavy snow dragging his body. A hundred years later, a down-and-out drunkard walked into a dilapidated tavern on the northern border. He was one-armed, slovenly, and covered in sourness. He had a rusty iron sword without an edge tied to his waist, and he was leading a listless, skinny donkey behind him. At this time, the immortal sect was surrounding a young man holding a guqin in his arms, trying to take away the last secret treasure related to the fate of Jiuzhou. The famous genius sneered: "A mortal cripple dares to block the way of an immortal?" The old swordsman Shen Tingxue said nothing. He just raised his head and drank a sip of bad wine, flicking away a drop of residual soup with his fingers. In an instant, the wind and snow stagnated, the sword energy spread across thirty thousand miles, and one sword leveled the thousand-mile peak. "The word "immortal" in the word "immortal" means "human" standing on the left side. If you lose your human character, how can you seek immortality? What kind of bullshit immortality can you cultivate?" This is a story about character, about rivers and lakes, and about how an iron sword broke the backs of gods and Buddhas all over the sky. The heavy snow covers the bow and the sword, let's see the immortal being banished.