Records of Poems and Swords from the End of the World: Chronicles of the Ten Heroes of the Tang Dynasty

When the poet's sword cuts through the chaos, the wine condenses into chains in the fairy mist; when the poet's pen touches the people's livelihood, the paper pages ooze blood and tears like gold foil; when the poet's strings penetrate people's hearts, the strings are wrapped around the tendons of children - the Three Saints of the Tang Dynasty trampled the Penglai illusion, but they did not know that the chaos of Kunlun Ruins was gnawing at the bones of poetry, the iron teeth of the machine city were crushing the soul of poetry, and the cold air of the Arctic Ice Prison had frozen the sound of poetry. The red-gold mist is filled with bloody poems, the green-purple turbid air has tampered with the eternal famous poems, and the faint blue ice has sealed away the sufferings of the people. They used wine as fire, blood as ink, and pain as strings. They refined their souls in the magic island, tempered their bones in the sea of ​​fire, and complained in the ice prison. However, they were shocked to see that the tampered "Book of Songs" had turned into a puppet, the melted "Chu Ci" had condensed into a fire crow, and the frozen "Yuefu" had been frozen into ice edges. When the Taichu pen rewrote "Penglai Immortal Code", when the power of poetry melted the iron prison of the machine, when the warmth melted away the thousands of years of ice - the poetic souls of the three saints rose in the blood and fire, and the half-quelled remaining poem "Stand strong after thousands of blows" was torn out of the ashes, indicating that the more bizarre Mo Prison was already in the hinterland of the Central Plains, waiting to bury the poetic heart of the entire Tang Dynasty with the resentment of the literati.