This humble Taoist priest is going to be a movie star!

After returning to his residence, Li Qing began writing a short biography of himself.

She thought about what Ye Xuan'er had told her during the day.

"Phew..." Li Qing took a deep breath.

In the hotel room.

Li Qing turned off almost all the lights, leaving only a dim, faint glow.

The dim light illuminated only hands, pens, and paper.

The boundaries between self and the outside world begin to blur...

At this moment, Li Qing finally began to write.

Mid-Ming Dynasty.

After the war was initially quelled, the people were still suffering.

Guihai Yidao...

No.

I was born into the family of a wandering swordsman.

"I was born in 1567 into the family of a swordsman. My name is Guihai Yidao, and I am six years old this year!"

"My father's name is Guihai Bailian. He is a swordsman. His hands are very big and rough. They feel like stone to the touch. But when his stone-like hands hold a sword, you feel very at ease."

"Mother keeps telling me not to disturb Father's practice, because Father will be unhappy, but I don't think Father is unhappy at all."

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I want to ride a rocking horse! I want to ride on Daddy's shoulders! I want to see the stars! On Daddy's shoulders, I can see the stars through the purple bamboo forest. They're so bright and beautiful."

"Father, I want to learn kung fu! I want to become a swordsman like you!"

Guihai Bailian laughed heartily.

My child, it's too early for you to learn kung fu now.

When you grow up, Dad will pass on his most powerful kung fu to you.

...

"In 1571, I, Guihai Yidao, had grown much older and taller, and the village children dared not bully me! Hmph! But my father still refused to teach me kung fu. Why is that?"

"Mother, did Father go to see his friends again? Jian Jingfeng, Qilinzi, and Master Liaokong?"

"Mother, what gift will Father bring back this time?"

"Daddy! Wow! It's my favorite candied hawthorn! And a little rocking horse!"

Father said that he visited three friends on this trip and took the opportunity to help those in the martial arts world resolve some troubles.

I'm so proud of my one-hit kill.

My father is such a powerful knight-errant.

But this time when Father returned, he had a sword wound on his shoulder.

A deep, bone-revealing stab wound.

Yidao cried when he saw the edge of the sword.

Bai Lian gently patted my head and said.

It's just a minor wound; how could someone who's part of the martial arts world not get injured?

Getting injured is just a regular occurrence.

Yi Dao cried as he spoke.

He fell to the ground before the knife was cut, and his leg was cut open, and it hurt terribly.

Father's shoulder has such a big hole, it must hurt a lot too.

This is martial arts, this is the world of martial arts.

......

"By 1573, I had grown into a tall young man. Father, now it's finally time for me to learn kung fu, right? I want to learn your swordsmanship! I also want to go into the martial arts world to earn money and support the family, so that Father won't keep getting hurt."

"Mother, why is Father coming home later and later lately? You said he's practicing martial arts, but if it's just martial arts, why does he have to practice so late?"

Finally, Guihai Bailian returned home, covered in blood. However, this time, it was no longer his own blood; it belonged to others.

"Father...why do you seem so unfamiliar?"

Is Daddy a stranger?

That was my father's supreme swordsmanship and kung fu.

Don't worry, Father's swordsmanship will become even more formidable with each strike.

As long as your father's swordsmanship is the best in the world and no one can defeat him, then you don't need to enter the martial arts world, nor do you need to know about its bloodshed and cruelty.

......

someday.

I, Guihai Yidao, waited for my father to return as usual, even though he had become a bit scary.

Many people came to the door; some cried, some beat, all saying that their father had killed their closest relatives.

but.

He is still my father, my most beloved father. Even when he comes back covered in blood, he will bring candied hawthorns from the Chinatown next door, as well as sweet lotus seeds, so that my mother can make lotus seed soup for me.

He can use his skillful knife work to carve small wooden horses and wooden figures.

But on that day, Father did not return. Father lay in front of the door, and Mother wept on his chest, which could not rise or fall.

My body is ice cold.

That day.

I finally know what it means to die.

He will no longer tell me stories of the martial arts world, of dashing figures in fine clothes and riding spirited horses; he will no longer carve wooden horses or little wooden figures for me.

One cut, and he has no home left.

........

By the time Li Qing finished writing this, he was already extremely tired.

It's a kind of mental exhaustion, even though there aren't many words...

Li Qing glanced at the time on the clock; it was already 1:30.

It was not even 11 o'clock when I started writing.

So much time has passed.

This is a kind of mental exhaustion.

After filming all day, Li Qing was also feeling a bit sleepy.

Go to sleep...

In my dreams.

Li Qing dreamt that she went to see the Iron-Blooded Marquis, and knelt outside the Marquis's mansion for three days and three nights in order to survive in this world and to avenge her beloved father.

after that.

Iron-Blooded Marquis sent himself into the Overlord Blade Sect.

In the Ba Dao Sect, Gui Hai Yi Dao finally learned the martial arts he had always dreamed of and made seven friends and brothers. We ate, drank, lived, and trained together.

The appearance of his friends brought warmth to Yidao, and his hatred for his father's revenge was no longer so intense.

Until the leader of the Overlord Blade Sect ordered his disciples to kill each other.

The Overlord Blade Sect cultivates the Blade of Heartlessness, which is devoid of emotion, righteousness, love, and the heart.

A heartless person wields a knife without love.

The person next to him moved; a white knife went in, a red knife came out, and blood mixed with shattered liver flowed out from the wound.

The man who fell was telling Yidao yesterday, "Let's not wander the martial world anymore, it's too dangerous. Let's learn some skills and join the Dragon Guard Manor. We'll be government officials there, with salaries, and we'll never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of our lives. We can even help out our fellow villagers back home."

In a short time.

Those who hesitated, wavered, or were not skilled enough all died.

In the end, a single strike killed many—friends, classmates—leaving only the most ruthless and the most skilled in martial arts...

people?

No.

Knife.

......

Ring ring.

The alarm clock rang, waking Li Qing from her dream.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

The sun is shining on my butt.

This was one of the few times in Li Qing's life that he was woken up by an alarm clock. In the past, his biological clock would have scheduled him to wake up at 5:30, get up, exercise, and practice boxing and swordplay.

I was unexpectedly woken up by my alarm clock today.

The sun was shining brightly, and Li Qing got out of bed.

But then I saw someone standing beside me, who seemed to have been standing by the bed for quite some time.

Dressed in ancient costume, holding a sword.

"Who are you?"

Li Qing was still a little dazed, but when he looked closely, he suddenly realized what was happening.

Oh, it was him.

At this moment, the person also spoke, his tone cold and indifferent.

"Returning to the Sea with a Single Blade".