More Than Just Ge

The fault of the human heart can be corrected by the sword; the rivers and lakes of the world are not limited to fighting. Master Qingxuan left four words before his death - "More than Ge". His two disciples, one who believes in attacking and the other who defends, split these four characters into two opposite paths. Yan Shisan founded the "Po Feng Sect" and believed in seizing the advantage first, unsheathing his sword and never looking back; Shang Changli adhered to the "Shou Chou Sect", advocating late strikes to prevent others, and waiting for movement to be as stable as a rock. Junior sister Xu Yixi stood between the two of them, with a faded red rope tied around her wrist. The knot had not been untied for three years. There are eight hundred miles of rivers and lakes, from the white plum blossoms in Qixia to the sophora rain in Luoyang, from the rough clay pots in Bagong Mountain in Huainan to the snow outside Yanmen Pass in the north. They met many people and many things on this road - the poor general who guarded the border until the last moment, the lonely scholar who died on the way holding a volume of "Border Policy", the guest in green shirt who rode a skinny donkey through half the world and only said that he was an "idler", and those dusty old cases hidden in the sound of the thrush in Zichen Palace and stained with the blood of Beizhen's secret guards. The three people set off from Qixia and wandered around in the rivers and lakes. While practicing swordsmanship, cultivating their mental state, and exploring the situation behind the master's death, they also made enemies, destroyed enemies, robbed the rich and helped the poor, and secretly repaired the gaps in the crumbling temple. They have seen the evil in the darkest parts of human nature, and they have also seen the glimmer of light that refuses to be extinguished deep in the snow. The plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River bloom year by year, and the iron hoof of the Wei Dynasty in the north approaches year by year. In a harsh winter, the three people finally discovered that they had fought, hated, and loved for the past twenty years, and finally returned to the same thing. And the landscape of temples and temples lasts more than a thousand years