Xiao Heyi set out to travel with two swords and his friends. Along the way, they squandered fortunes in bustl…
Xiao Heyi set out to travel with two swords and his friends.
Along the way, they squandered fortunes in bustling markets to bid on a sinner's belongings and were hunted for it.
They also found themselves penniless, huddling in the corners of foreign alleys to beg.
They climbed the frigid peaks of Mount Hua and witnessed the legendary three sword intents.
They nearly drowned in the water formations of Dreamy Marsh, soaked to the bone and mocked by the local girls.
But the second sword never left its sheath.
Until the defeat at Zhongdu Bridge, when chaos descended.
Lin Xiansheng fled in a wretched state. Du Chongwei, the Khitans, the mysterious figure in the tent—they "defeated" none of them.
As the Khitan soldiers struck in their moment of victory and the refugees stood defenseless, Xiao Heyi threw that sword to wake his friend.
It was a gift they had exchanged as children. A precious blade for a friend, to walk the path together.
"I promise: as long as you stand, I will not fall."
"Leaving home, roaming the world, heading to the front—no matter the task, I am with you."
Then, sword light surged like the endless cycle of Tai Chi; with two blades, they repelled an entire army.
A new sword formation was born, and many lives were saved.
Later, the world of martial arts would say: "What luck to have such a pair of rising stars."