There is no justice in the world, and people's hearts are stained with wind and frost.
He was once a passionate son who guarded the common people under Zhufeng Sword, helped the weak and helped the poor, and broke through the darkness of Jiangnan step by step;
He was also a Jin spy who was betrayed by his relatives and separated from his family, and was covered with infamy. His body was not found, and rumors spread like knives.
On the cliff, the false sect dominates, rumors block the sun, old friends cling to it, and beauties watch from afar;
Under the cliff, there are broken dreams and broken shadows, traces in the heart, and a wisp of heroic spirit, waiting for the return date.
If you have no inner strength to rely on, you will use your will as a sword;
There is no way back, so he uses his blood to clear the way.
Don't blame God, don't blame others, don't fall into ambition, and live up to the youthful spirit.
When he comes out of the abyss one day, the sword will ring in the sky,
We must overthrow this hypocritical world,
Tell everyone in the world
I have never betrayed my hero, my righteousness, or the mountains and rivers of this world!
Iron and blood forge character, and one sword determines the world.
When I leave here, I don't care about life or death, I only care about justice, and I only want to return to my old heart.
