After the Spiritual Pattern Was Shattered, I Became a Full-Professional Master

I'm Lu Li. At the age of twenty, I took the position of commander of an S-class regiment. There were thousands of people in the regiment. Wherever we go, just listen to me. In the battle of Beiling, I saved 30,000 people, my spiritual pattern was shattered, and I became a useless person - and then, I attended my own funeral. My name was chiseled off the meritorious monument, my disciple took over my sword, and all the pension money was spent on my own coffin. Even my life-saving medicine was deprived of me: a dead person does not deserve medicine. The doctor said that people who stopped taking the medicine would not survive more than forty days. The patterns of this world are engraved in the bones. There are eight styles, corresponding to eight professions. The spiritual patterns are engraved and cannot be changed for a lifetime. But in the middle of the night, in the narrow alley in the south of the city, three knives blocked both ends - the black knife that hadn't made a sound in five years had unsheathed itself. Later I realized: People with broken tattoos can't keep anything. Except for one thing - he could write it from scratch. I'll learn the swordsman's pattern. I'll learn the archer's pattern. Physicians, shield guards, warlocks... On the day when the eight spiritual patterns lit up at the same time, the entire continent was asking: Where did that San Ren from Guixu Town come from? Jiang He, take your seat securely. Three years later, on the martial arts field, a dead man will come back and knock on the door.