The World Is Drunk Alone, the Sword Is Not the King

The rivers and lakes are in chaos, good and evil are fighting endlessly, and heroes gather in Songshan Mountain just to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance that thousands of people look up to. Everyone says that only by holding power can one calm troubled times, and only by sitting on a prestigious position can one protect the common people. Only Xie Qingci, carrying a pot of old wine, sat on the pine branches on the top of the mountain and watched coldly. Three years ago, it was he who sealed his throat with a sword and killed the demon who was causing trouble in the martial arts world. Afterwards, the whole world knelt down and asked him to take charge of the martial arts world. He retired to the mountains overnight and disappeared. A famous family offered him the position of elder of the town sect, but he refused; the Demon Sect offered him half of the country, but he resigned; the title of No. 1 In the world, he discarded like a pair of worn shoes. The world laughed at him for being arrogant and pedantic, and did not know how to seize the opportunities given by God; others scolded him for hiding his private life and hiding from the world, watching the blood and tears in the world with cold eyes. But only Xie Qingci knew clearly: the leader he fought for was a prison, and the reputation he gained was a shackles. People's greed is endless, and even if they dominate the world, there will never be peace. He has an unmarked iron sword that only kills evildoers and does not pursue fame; his cold eyes see through calculations and do not get involved in disputes. Everyone in the world is drunk and chasing fame and fortune, but he alone is sober and in love with the breeze. Later, the heroes fought until both sides lost, and chaos broke out again. In desperation, the whole world once again found its way to the mountains. Everyone begged and begged him to come out of the mountain and take charge. Xie Qingci slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the blade of the sword reflected the bright moon in the mountains. "The world is yours, freedom is my destination." As soon as the words fell, the sword wind swept away all the causes of trouble. He turned around and walked away on the moon, leaving only a lonely figure behind. From then on, only legends were spread, and no one was seen.