Broken Bridge Sword

Although the sky rains widely, it is difficult to moisten the rootless grass. Xuanmen is vast, and it is difficult to cross those who do not believe. Destiny in this life, reluctance in past lives. Love in this life, a tearful promise in reincarnation. Naihe, the low whispers and the distant silhouette beside the bridge. The cold wind blew and the fallen leaves whirled. Listen, who is talking on the bridge again? Although there are thousands of knots, That bowl was so helpless and helpless! The soup of forgetful love is gone, and all the past dust has fallen away. Green hair turns into snow, and tears flow into a river. The afterimage of the broken bridge is like a song. On the Sansheng Stone, old oaths are mottled... This story starts with the broken sword...