He once looked up at the formation of wild geese under the eaves of Jiuchong Palace, and his sword spikes still held the spirit of a young man.
Lu Chengyuan, the prince of the Eastern Qin Dynasty, broke off the jade hairpin of his crown when he was nineteen years old, just to chase a cluster of swaying fishing fire deep in the rivers and lakes. The figure of the white horse with a silver saddle passed over the twenty-four bridges under the bright moon, but at the most urgent point of Qiantang's tide, he received a message from a blood-stained flying pigeon - the cavalry of the descendants was crushing the evening drum of the imperial city, and the head of his best friend in life and death was hung in the Suzaku Tower. The blade broke through the frost and snow, and the young ranger broke Xiaocang Mountain's ten-year vow not to care about the world.
The Xiaoyao Ke who drank Ma Luochuan at that time finally accepted the dust-stained black clothes in front of the Taiji Hall. The power burned into the palm of his hand like a soldering iron, and he realized that there was more than just a boat in the world, there were also hidden swords and shadows. Wolf flags are hunting in the north, and witches and poisons are secretly flowing into the imperial capital in the south. In the billowing ink clouds above the imperial city, dormant thunder can overthrow the century-old foundation of the Eastern Qin Dynasty.
He trampled on the clan emblems of the twelve clans, broke the wolf-headed staff of the King of Xiliang, burned all the Gu caves in Nanzhao, but hung his old friend's fish-gut sword in the Ancestral Temple forever. When the power of the descendants was destroyed, the royal tent of Xiliang was burned in Yanmen Pass, and the bone flute of Nanzhao Wu Zhu was broken in Dianchi Lake. He hung the seven old swords again on the observatory - the sharpest swords - and sheathed them to guard the mountains and rivers.
"The world lies in the smiles of the common people"
