The Flute Falls on the Lotus

Double blades stir the rivers and lakes, and the true heart can be seen under the ripples The world only saw the Golden Yuan Alliance and the Sigu Sect fighting against each other—— The flying sound of the flute cut through Li Xiangyi's sword light, But he chopped up the porcelain cup that suppressed his coughing up blood late at night; Li Xiangyi's young master's sword pointed at the throat of Feisheng Di, But he deflected the cold arrows shot at him by the traitors of the Golden Yuan Alliance. The remaining warmth of the tinder in Yunzhou's underground palace has not dissipated, and the scent of medicine from the epidemic area in Yangzhou has spread over the blade. He hid the bloody fragments of the Bingdilian totem, just like he hid the warmth of the old scar on the man's wrist; He swallowed the antidote that was poisonous to the heart, and what burned in his throat was the internal energy coming from the opponent. The poison of Bicha is the stone falling into the lake of the heart, From then on, love and hate spread like ripples: The clasped fingers in the darkness, the overlapping body temperatures in the heavy rain, the flaw that entrusts one's life in desperate situations... When he woke up, he was already deep in the center of the whirlpool. You and I are both losers in this game. Then I'll bet your life and mine in exchange for a lotus blooming at the end of the ripples. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.