One Sword Calms the Tide

On the day of graduation from the Taiwu Academy, Zhao Huaichuan's swordsmanship had reached a certain level, but his Qi cultivation was still at the state of breath-taking. Some people say that at most he can be a good swordsman in his life, but cannot be a general. He didn't believe it. In the Canglan Kingdom, Qi can strengthen the muscles and bones, add sharp edges, and when cultivated to a high level, it can also expand the Qi domain and use every inch of land for one's own use. He was short of energy, so he practiced every move more accurately and used every breath on the edge of the sword. He wanted to wear the imperial armor, guard the sea in his hometown, and let his mother see his name on the military merit list. Until on the Baisha Ferry, the relief money was stained with blood, and the rescuers became robbers; until the benefactor's medicine bowl contained poison, and the sister's talent became a tonic in the eyes of others. His sword was broken, his name was written in the death register, and he was sent to the Black Anvil Mine where he never saw the light of day. The sea tide poured into the mine, and the underground fire burned the remaining furnace. Those who were considered dead by the court gathered a piece of iron and a fire to forge a sword for him. The name of the sword returns to the boat. From then on, some people were waiting for him to reverse his verdict, some were looking forward to his return, and some were sitting on the golden steps, asking him to shut up forever. At first he only wanted to investigate a robbery, but later he wanted to ask about the entire court. If even the way to save people is blocked by the official seal, he will pick up his sword and take another one. This time, Zhao Huaichuan did not seek to stay on the list. He wants those crossed-out names to live under the sun again.