Daodaoweiqin

The iron law of martial arts: internal strength is respected. Those whose Qi sea is blocked are doomed to a life of waste. Mo Li, Qingcheng's helmsman and sweeper, the martial artist pressed three fingers on his lower back and shook his head. The whole martial arts community laughed at him: What would a person who can't practice internal skills do with sword practice? He replied: I don't know what's the use, I just want to practice. Then he spent three years practicing the most basic form of "Immortal Guidance", five hundred swords a day, and practiced it hundreds of thousands of times in total. That night, a slovenly swordsman who owed him half a year's drinking money handed him a corrected bill: "Liu San, Liuhe Town, owes Mo Li a master." From then on, the boy with useless veins embarked on a road that no one had traveled in the martial arts world - not borrowing his internal strength, but only borrowing the sword in his hand. While others used their internal strength to split mountains, he used his hands to cut through the calluses. The pain of a hundred years in southern Xinjiang is waiting for him to pay it back alone. There are three thousand avenues, and he took the stupidest one. The stupidest one, at the end, is the closest one.