Hero (Traditional Chinese)

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Autumn wind, autumn water.

Withered grass, yellow leaves.

The strings of a zither resonate loudly, and a plaintive song echoes among the golden trees.

Slender jade hands hold a wine cup, a flowing red skirt dances in the wind, and long, beautiful hair is disheveled on a face

as beautiful as a flower . Crystal clear are the tears of a beauty, and chilling is the sword of a warrior. Banners flutter, warhorses

neigh, the cold river flows, and the beauty's song has faded away with the wind.

In the third month of spring, all things revive. Orioles fly and grasses grow, and various flowers bloom on trees. Green mountains and clear waters, blue sky and white clouds. Willows,

like smoke, kiss the clear water; mooring lines are cast, boats glide on the green waves. The

creaking and groaning of the painted boats are the joyous songs rising from the glittering water; the tinkling of wine glasses echoes from the clinking of cups at the banquet. Spring rain is like wine, new willows like smoke. Boats sway like a woven tapestry, dancing sleeves like brocade.

Beauties are like clouds, the landscape like a painting. In the bustling world, swallows chatter and orioles sing; within the palace walls, debauchery reigns. This world is peaceful

and serene, gentle and sunny. Ordinary people, young and old, stroll along the willows; high officials and nobles, friends and acquaintances,

seek out prostitutes. The warm breeze intoxicates the travelers, mistaking the mundane world for paradise.

A lean horse, a cold sword, a sick man, drunkenly reclining in a lonely boat in the chilly spring breeze. A lone boat,

a jar of leftover wine, a mournful song. The boatman sings as he rows—

green silk sways gently, willows sway in the breeze, orioles sing and swallows dance—thinking of Peach Leaf, who once called for the ferry…

The sick man, his head resting on his sword sheath, glances sideways at the boatman, who is immersed in the green waters and spring breeze, and shouts,

“Bring me wine!”

The boatman glances at the empty wine jar in the cabin, shakes his head, sighs helplessly, and then rows

his small boat closer to a large painted barge.

It is a magnificent, ornately decorated barge. The ship's towers are imposing, and the cabin is spacious. Adorned in brocade, colorful flags fluttered

in the breeze. Actors played their instruments with lilting notes, while beautiful women swayed gracefully in their flowing robes. Scholars composed poems and lyrics,

passing cups around; beauties played music like passing flowers and sang songs. This was the extravagantly decorated boat of Prince Dan of Yan. Adorned

in a tall crown and flowing robes, Prince Dan, accompanied by his attendants and beauties, carried a boatload of poetry, wine,

and song and dance in the bright spring sunshine. They enjoyed peace, tranquility, and the boundless beauty of spring. Beside

Prince Dan stood two charming beauties, Red Sleeve and Green Silk,

as radiant and dazzling as the spring sunshine itself. Prince Dan was captivated by the vibrant colors of red sleeves and green silks,

by the picturesque lake and mountain scenery, and by the alluring, boundless spring colors.

The boatman, moored by the painted boat, called out to the attendant, "Please inform the captain that

a swordsman on his deathbed wishes to exchange a jar of fine wine for a precious sword." The attendant secured the boatman's rope, and the boatman leaped onto

the gunwale and boarded the painted boat. The attendant told him to wait at the gunwale while he went into the cabin to inform the swordsman.

Spring colors were radiant, an endless tapestry of beauty. A gentle breeze was intoxicating, accompanied by the chirping of swallows and orioles. Prince Dan, clad in brocade robes

, was a man who valued both beautiful women and fine swords. He had

once posted notices offering a large sum of money for the most famous swords in the land and sent people everywhere to search for stunning beauties. Upon hearing that someone had come to exchange a sword for fine wine, Prince Dan excitedly stood up and immediately waved his hand to stop

the singing and dancing in the cabin. Surrounded by numerous guards and beauties, Prince Dan strode out of the cabin and

summoned the boatman in the bright spring sunshine. A servant presented Prince Dan with an unremarkable black wooden scabbard, but the beautiful Lü Qi

beside him rushed forward to take it before he could. The petite Lü Qi underestimated

the weight of the sword; the heavy blade nearly broke her delicate, red arm. Green Jade presented the sword to Prince Dan with both hands. Prince Dan

took the heavy black wooden scabbard, examined it repeatedly, then gripped the hilt and gently

drew the sword. With a clang, the sword's blade flashed, radiating a chilling light that sent shivers down

the spines of the beauties around him. Their faces paled, and they

trembled .

Prince Dan also gasped, filled with awe at the sword, and exclaimed, "A fine sword!"

Without thinking, Prince Dan began to wield the sword, and the small ship became his battlefield. A pale green

sword light graceful figure remained unmoved. In the sword's dance,

a chilling aura suddenly arose in the warm spring sunshine. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Prince Dan drew his sword to the sky, like a white crane spreading its wings, and brought the longsword to a halt in

a final stance. Prince Dan let out a long sigh, then gazed

thoughtfully at the gleaming blade for a long while. He thought to himself, how many heroes and valiant figures have wielded this sword? It radiated a cold light,

exuded a murderous aura, and its swings produced a resounding sound, like a hidden dragon murmuring in the abyss. A sharp sword is forged through tempering;

the subtle fragrance of plum blossoms is born from enduring bitter cold. How could such a precious artifact be reduced to a mere token for exchanging wine? Prince Dan felt he should visit

this swordsman on his deathbed. So, Prince Dan ordered his men to board the gangplank, and he himself, sword in hand, stepped down

onto .

The swordsman lay sprawled in the cabin. He was disheveled, his eyes were glazed, his skin was sallow, and his clothes were

tattered —a picture of a desperate fugitive, utterly destitute. The wine cup was overturned on the cabin deck, and the wine jar was shattered

into pieces. "Wine, wine, wine—" he mumbled, his lips trembling, only managing to utter this single word, "wine.

" Prince Dan ordered his men to bring in two jars of the finest "Daughter's Red" wine and place them before the warrior. Prince Dan

respectfully returned the sword to the destitute swordsman, holding it in both hands.

"Leave the wine, but this...this sword...this sword is yours—it's yours!" Upon seeing the wine jar before him, the sick man's

murky eyes opened, a glint of light finally shining within them. The light in his eyes was as chilling and piercing as the

sharp edge of the sword. Prince Dan felt a tremor in his heart, and a profound respect arose within him. "Fine wine for a hero, a precious sword for a chivalrous warrior. Both the wine and the sword should be yours," Prince Dan said respectfully

, presenting the sword with both hands . 　　"This sword is indeed a fine weapon, a gift from a hero. But I've wasted my youth with it. The Green Edge Sword should be used for battle, for achieving great deeds, for ruthless slaughter, but now it 's useless 　　in my hands . A man at the end of his rope, I need no more sword. Wine is enough, wine is enough. Wine can dispel sorrow, what use is a sword?" The sick man sat up straight, picked up the wine jar, and took a large gulp. "Ah—good wine! Good wine!" 　　He stroked his beard, his passion instantly rising, praising "good wine." 　　Prince Dan handed the sword to the beautiful woman accompanying him, Hongxiu, and then, with a flick of his long robe, sat down opposite the sick man.

Prince Dan also picked up another jar of wine, tossing it to the ground with a resounding thud, saying, "Springtime should be shared, and good wine should be drunk together. When one

meets a kindred spirit, one cannot help but get drunk." Prince Dan and the swordsman exchanged a smile, and then they both drank heartily.

The spring breeze was blowing gently, and the green waves were rippling. The oars swayed softly, and the fishermen's songs floated on the water. Green silks fluttered, and red sleeves billowed.

Iron cavalry charged forward, long tassels waved, and battle flags fluttered. The mournful sound of the bugle call brought tears to one's eyes, and the booming sound of

the war drums drew blood. Warhorses neighed, and warriors roared. Spears and halberds clashed, and swords and spears fought fiercely.

Above, the sky was shrouded in gloom; beneath his feet, the earth was engulfed in smoke and fire. The

earth

trembled, the sky burned. Homeland was reduced to ashes in the flames of war, fertile fields were trampled under the hooves of horses.

Where was his homeland? The vast sea surged forth. Heaven had decreed this calamity; what could be done? The King of Qin was to raise an army; who could stop him? The

king 's mandate

was ordained by Heaven; Heaven and man

were one. The tall and mighty King Ying Zheng of Qin, with his imposing physique like a mountain and piercing, eagle-like eyes, harbored a grand ideal, an ideal inherited from the ancestors of Qin. The Qin region, bordering the Wei River, was rich and prosperous. With an army of a million, the King of Qin possessed a heart filled with soaring ambition. Ying Zheng pointed his whip, and

the mountains trembled. Ying Zheng raised his arm and roared, a cry that eclipsed the sun and moon. The land of Qin rejoiced, and the Qin king's civil and military

officials were filled with fervor. The Qin soldiers, wielding sharp blades and riding iron horses and bronze chariots, marched on. Wherever the Qin king's banners fell, victory was assured.

Cities fell, families were destroyed, nations perished. Beautiful cities were conquered, and magnificent

kingdoms were annihilated.

Tears had dried, blood had not yet been spilled, but loyalty remained. A lean horse fled for its life. The land was shattered, and

there was no power to reverse the decline. The ministers of a fallen kingdom, drunk and silent, had nowhere to return, nowhere to serve their country. Their hearts and strength were exhausted; what use was the Heaven-Slaying

Dragon -Slaying Sword?

Dark, gloomy clouds hung over Puyang, the capital of Wei, the air thick with a suffocating, oppressive

atmosphere. Before the imposing Wei royal palace stood a burly swordsman, his robes billowing in the wind. He addressed

the guards at the palace gates loudly, "Please inform King Wei that a poor scholar requests an audience with the king,

possessing swordsmanship and seeking an audience."

A moment later, a general emerged from the palace gates. The general sized up the man from head to toe. Though he stood with a sword and was of considerable height, he appeared impoverished and shabby. A hint of disdain flickered

in the general's eyes .

But the general waved to the swordsman and said, "My king invites you!"

The swordsman followed the general through the many palace gates, across the spacious courtyard, and arrived at the royal palace of King Yuan of Wei.

King Yuan of Wei sat on the high throne, flanked by a group of civil and military officials of Wei. The swordsman bowed before the

palace and announced loudly, "Qing Qing, a subject of Wei, pays his respects to King Yuan of Wei—"

"You are Qing Qing," King Yuan of Wei spoke from his throne, "I've heard you possess swordsmanship and are offering it for sale.

What's the story behind that?"

"Since childhood, I have secluded myself in the deep mountains to learn swordsmanship from a master. Over the past twenty years, I have been tempered

by

wind, frost, snow, and rain, and have deeply mastered the essence of swordsmanship. Now I hear that the Qin general Wang Jian has invaded our Wei state. The Qin army is fierce and has already captured more than twenty cities of Wei. Moreover, that tiger-and-wolf army is now approaching Chaoge, a key city of Wei. Once Chaoge falls, the Wei capital Puyang will be in danger. Therefore, I have specially descended the mountain and now

offer myself before the king, willing to ride alone to the Qin camp. I can use this sword at my waist to take the head of that old scoundrel Wang Jian

and present it before the king's table. By killing Wang Jian, we can repel the Qin army a thousand miles away. Only in this way can

we secure the country, protect the people, and serve the king." Qingqing replied respectfully.

"You think you can secure the country and drive the Qin army back from a thousand miles away with just a long sword?" A general from Wei stepped

forward, pointing at Qing Qing. "You have quite the arrogance! Show me your sword, and I

'll have a go ." The general drew his sword, ready to test his skills against Qing Qing in court.

"How rude! Step back!" King Yuan of Wei, seated high in the palace, waved his sleeve, stopping the

indignant general. King Wei spoke slowly and deliberately to Qingqing, saying, "Your courage is truly commendable. However,

the Qin army is a ferocious force, and Wang Jian's troops are all generals with the strength of ten thousand men. How can you, with your own

courage, possibly defeat that old man Wang Jian's thousands of troops? This is no small matter; if handled carelessly, it could bring about the destruction of our Wei state.

According to intelligence reports, King Ying Zheng of Qin is merely coveting the beauty and wealth of our Wei state's Chaoge; their ambitions

are not yet in Puyang, so we have no immediate worries." King Wei Yuan looked at the imposing warrior standing before him and said, "You are a handsome

and dignified warrior. Since you have practiced swordsmanship since childhood and possess a skill, you may serve as a lieutenant general in my Wei army."

"Go into battle and fight the enemy. How about I reward you after you've achieved some merit?"

Qingqing stood with his hands at his sides, remaining silent.

"What, boy? You've become a lowly general receiving a salary from the court without achieving anything? You think your rank is too low? We, as courtiers,

risked our lives to become these officials. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and thank the king!" The general who had challenged him to a sword duel

said coldly, his arms crossed.

Qingqing knelt at the foot of the steps, thanked the king, and left the Wei King's palace dejectedly.

Three days later, the important Wei city of Chaoge fell. Qin Marshal Wang Jian led an army of 200,000 men straight in, the Qin troops swarming

across the mountains and plains , soon surrounding the Wei capital, Puyang.

Marshal Wang Jian, wearing a golden helmet, silver armor, and a black cloak, rode majestically

atop a fiery red steed. Hundreds of valiant generals lined either side of him. Banners fluttered,

warhorses neighed. The swords, spears, and halberds of the 200,000 soldiers gleamed, obscuring the sunlight. With a pull of the reins, Marshal Wang Jian propelled his

fiery steed forward a few steps. Marshal Wang Jian pointed ahead with his riding whip and said, "Soldiers, this is Puyang,

the capital . Puyang is a beautiful city! I've heard that Lady Wei is the most beautiful woman in Puyang, and her singing

can stop geese and cranes from flying. I wonder if it's true." Marshal Wang Jian turned around and continued, "Our King of Qin

is still in Xianyang waiting for news of the capture of Puyang. Who is willing to take the order to attack Puyang?"

"This humble general is willing!" The generals lined up in unison shouted, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Wang Ben, listen to my command—" Marshal Wang Jian took a red command flag from the order officer and shouted.

A valiant young general leaped out from the ranks, shouting from his horse, "Your humble servant is here!" This

Wang Ben was the son of the old marshal Wang Jian. He was not only handsome and dignified, but also incredibly strong and a peerless swordsman

. Wang Ben wore brocade robes and silver armor, riding a snow-white warhorse. From a young age, Wang Ben had followed his father in battles across the desert.

On the battlefields of Chu, Wei, and Zhao, he was always at the forefront, leading the charge and making

countless contributions to Qin's expansion of territory.

"Wang Ben, listen up! You have ten days to capture Puyang. Anyone who violates this order will be executed!" Marshal Wang Jian

commanded decisively.

A flag bearer took the red command flag from Marshal Wang Jian and presented it to General Wang Ben's horse. Wang

Ben grabbed the small red flag and loudly replied, "This humble general will obey your command. Within ten days, I will welcome you into

Puyang."

"Whoosh—, boom, boom, boom—" The deadly bugle calls and war drums echoed around Puyang, sending chills down the spines of

the Wei people.

The Qin army swarmed across the mountains and plains, their dazzling battle banners and gleaming swords sweeping over Puyang like a storm.

General Wang Ben's troops attacked for seven days and seven nights, and the magnificent capital of Wei, Puyang, fell at all four gates

.

The fierce and ruthless Qin soldiers, amidst shouts of

battle instantly flooding the city's streets and the resplendent palace of the King of Wei. Puyang burned; Puyang

bled.

At this moment, Qing Qing, a valiant warrior of Wei, charged left and right through the palace grounds, sword in hand. Covered in blood, he had slain

countless enemies; the soldiers of Wei all fell beneath the swords of the Qin army. Qingqing wanted to rush into the palace to rescue the King of Wei.

Although Lord Yuan of Wei did not adopt his proposed strategy to repel the enemy, the King of Wei, based solely on Qingqing's word,

appointed him as a lieutenant general without hesitation. Qingqing did not report to the army camp; he believed he was incapable of leading an army into battle.

He was merely a swordsman. Qingqing wanted to rush into the palace to rescue Lord Yuan of Wei to repay the King of Wei's

favor of appointing him as a general.

But how could he, fighting alone, possibly stand against the ant-like Qin army? The Wei royal palace was ablaze,

and the soldiers of Wei had laid down their weapons. Puyang City had fallen entirely to the Qin army. Qingqing could only sigh to the heavens, then drew

his sword and fought his way out of the Wei royal palace, and then fought his way out of Puyang City. Qingqing shook off his pursuers, spurred his horse, and fled for his life.

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