Qingping

In Jiuzhou Continent, martial arts is respected. Daxia, Beiliang, and Nanyu divide the world into three parts, and the undercurrent is surging. Above the court, Emperor Yanwu's life is about to expire, and the three princes are watching with eager eyes; far away from the rivers and lakes, the thousand-year-old roots of the wealthy family are intertwined, and the road to advancement for the children of poor families is thorny. And somewhere in this vast world, a young man was clenching the sword in his hand. From obscurity to fame everywhere, from no one paying attention to being known all over the world. He wanted to see the vastness of the nine states one by one; he wanted to climb to the top of the martial arts step by step. There is sweat, there is blood, there is the light and shadow of the sword, and there is also the tenderness hidden under the sword's edge. There is the pride of brothers standing side by side, the loyalty of sharing life and death, and the beautiful figure who always stands by his side, accompanying him from Qingyuan County to the top of Kyushu. One sword and one shadow, moving and cutting. Ninety thousand miles away, the wind is rising, and eight thousand miles away, there are clouds and moon.