Seventeen years ago, when the city was destroyed and defeated, the deputy swordsman Su Xuan fled into Qingzhu Village with Lin Yan, the only remaining descendant of the Lin family. He put the broken sword into its sheath and weaved bamboo baskets every day to hide the bloodstains on the city wall from the past.
He originally thought that he would spend the rest of his life looking at the mountains of green bamboo until he grew old. It wasn't until the Youge Killer followed the old traces to the front of the mountain gate and pierced the bluestone with the Yanling Knife that he discovered that this small village hidden in the mountains, from Grandma Wang carrying a sharpened bamboo pole, to the old man carrying the hoe, and the half-year-old child holding a bamboo whistle, were all old friends holding old blades.
There was no shocking chopping by the peerless magic weapon, only bamboo stings dipped in wild bee venom, stone slabs with hidden buttons buried for thirty years, and the ecstasy bamboo formation that could be walked through with eyes closed - a group of ordinary people who had been weaving bamboo for half a lifetime and cultivating the land for half a lifetime, using the mountains of green bamboo as a shield, blocked all the Youge killers who entered the mountain from the mountain gate.
The old blade has been sharpened long ago, and the bamboo thorn has never been sharpened. The seventeen years of seclusion is not forgotten, but the whole village has gathered enough energy to wait for this day to completely pay off the old debt.
