The wind sweeps away the clouds beneath a boundless sky, while falling blossoms tell of parting sorrow.
Snow blankets a thousand mountains, chilling even the thickest robes; moonlight falls on a lonely figure, leaving frost upon his sword.
The dazzling river of stars shines through the endless night, while a swordsman's bold spirit shakes the Nine Provinces.
One sword's cold gleam sweeps across fourteen provinces; he roams the martial world at ease, laughing in triumph.
A steed races by, raising clouds of dust; his sword points to the heavens as he fulfills his grand ambitions.
He drinks a thousand cups of fine wine and never stops, revelling in freedom as he settles old scores.
A beauty stands with sword in hand atop a jade tower, gazing into the distance as she longs for her beloved.
Longing is like a dream, an emotion that cannot be exhausted; devotion becomes a poem whose melody never ends.
The years flow on, but love never grows old; with true hearts together, there is no sorrow.
Through wind, flowers, snow, and moonlight, they remain by each other's side, as the beauty waits for her lover to return.
This is a story of meeting, understanding, cherishing, falling in love, parting, and reuniting. It is also the coming-of-age story of a young man, from innocent ignorance to the dawn after a long night.
What is the author's ending? I hope Mo Qingli won't be like Emperor Huang Tian. Going around in circles is lonely.
What is the connection between this and the previous Shao Ge Xing book?