Jian'an Sword Record

The sword cuts through the floating clouds, and the bow bends like a bright moon. The grass is green beside the horse, and the frost is flying in the sky. Looking at each other with cold hands, the cold wind makes iron clothes. A young man who doesn't care about worldly things on the mountain will be a complete loser once he comes down from the mountain. The world is ups and downs. With a sword in hand, everything will be clear.