The darts split the moon, and the cold light engraved with "Helong Villa" pierced the night of the hut where Qi Yuan lived in seclusion. This dart was an invitation, but also a hook - dragging him out of the ruins of Chang'an's old dream and facing the unrusted sharp blade in his heart.
The lights of Chang'an once reflected laughter, but now only the dull pain of a dagger scratching my heart remains. He stepped into the world with the Dragon Tooth Sword in hand. The old friends in Helong Villa gathered together to hide their grievances, the lotus fragrance in the Lotus Palace was wrapped in secrets, and the chess game in Liuhaimen was filled with murderous intentions. The jade-faced Shura's sword shadow intersects with his, the snow-capped mountain woman's eyes chase his horse's hooves, and there are unsaid feelings hidden in the rain in Xuzhou City.
From the assassination under the moonlight in Chang'an, to the fragments of his life experience in the snowy plains of Mobei; from the three-day chess game at Liuhaimen, to the beacon fire and smoke in the Wolf City barracks, his sword must not only kill the enemy, but also break fate. Longya drank the frost, and reflected the figures of the three of them - a promise, a care, and a world that the prodigal son could not avoid after all.
Many years later, the green bamboo in the thatched cottage is still there under the moonlight. The sword has been returned to its sheath, but people meet again. There are always new stories everywhere in the rivers and lakes, slowly waking up in the moonlight.
Reader comments
Yes, under normal circumstances, this kind of martial arts living environment would not be very good.
Yes, under normal circumstances, this kind of martial arts living environment would not be very good.