"Qingjiang Broken Sword Crying"
That night when the blood moon swallowed the river, I jumped into the cold wave with the crying Ming Che on my back, and my father's blood-stained broken sword was hot in my arms. The world only knows that the Gu family's mechanism skills have disappeared from the world, but they don't know that the blue field jade on the hilt is branded with a picture of the God-killing Soldier - the price for activating it is the blood and bones of the closest relatives. When the pursuer's soul-locking chain crushed the last piece of peach blossom crossing, I cut my palm open to the reflection in the center of the river: If I can kill all the demons in the world by sacrificing my life, why not let this Qingli River ferry me to the Shura Path again.
