Yuanxu Fengyunlu

The best thing Zhang Daoyan has done in his life is hiding. Hiding the sword that he had secretly practiced for more than ten years, and hiding the fear that his father said, "If a tree is as beautiful as a tree in the forest, the wind will destroy it." Until the Taoist platform, a pink light rose into the sky, and thousands of swords roared in unison. Can't hide it anymore. A once-in-a-thousand-year-old kendo immortal was exchanged for a curse that shortened his life by eighty years. There is no sect, no master, and no skills. There is only an old jade pendant pointing to Dongting Lake and a strand of hair left by her mother - the woman who died at the border and has not been home for eighteen years. The pursuit started on the first day after leaving Beijing. He crawled in the muddy water and fled in the heavy rain, until an old man wearing a raincoat and carrying a fishing rod fished him out of the hands of death. "Your mother's sword, I've seen her use it since she was sixteen." If there were only five years left, he would at least know who the person who gave birth to him but never appeared was.