It often rains at night in Sichuan, but the river sill has become sunny.
However, the rain of blood is easy to stop, but the rain of heart is difficult to stop.
In the battle of Diaoyu City, the beacon fire was temporarily extinguished, and the hero's bones were cold. The rain that drenched the lonely city that night did not dissipate - it penetrated into every inch of soil in Bashu and soaked up the dreams of every Jianghu guest.
Chen Guying held the jade flute that no one played anymore, as if holding a piece of the cold past. He walked on a land where new life and decay coexisted, and the name "Tingyu Louzhu" spread like wildfire. He was a surviving monument and a living tombstone.
And in the deeper shadows:
The Tang Sect's carrier pigeon brought cold instructions, and the dormant poisonous snake raised its head again;
The Mongolian dignitaries are sketching a new chess game in their tents, and the invisible net is tightening;
The new shoots on Qingcheng Mountain break out of the ground, eager to grow into a tree that can reach the sky;
In the streets and streets, the blood that is unwilling to remain silent is still flowing secretly.
Before the Jingzhe arrives, the thunder has already been hidden behind the clouds.
When the token that symbolizes secrets and power comes to light again, it's when the storm rises again.
This time, it will not only be the sword, but also the human heart that will be swept away.
