In the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, the mountains and rivers were broken.
Outside Yingzhou City, Tiefutu broke through the pass, and the life or death of the benevolent king was unknown. His son Ren Xiaoyao single-handedly broke out of the siege and wandered around the world.
In the city of Lin'an, there was a competition for marriage, and he unexpectedly met Zhao Xinyao, the daughter of King Zhao. One was a young man in trouble with a lost life, and the other was a wealthy princess. Their eyes met, and a lifetime of calamity was sown.
However, in troubled times, the love between children is always no match for weapons and fire.
Above the court, Qin Hui wielded power, and twelve gold medals recalled the Yue Family Army from the Northern Expedition; in the arena, righteous men such as Luo Jiuchuan and Bai Xiaosheng sacrificed their lives, but in the end they were unable to defeat the treacherous and secret arrows. Ren Xiaoyao was granted the title of Xiaoyao Marquis, commanded the Dragon Cavalry Army, fought bloody battles in Caishiji, and galloped across the Yangtze and Huaihe rivers - he thought he could protect everything by holding the gun, but he didn't know that the sharpest knife often comes from behind.
Zhao Xinyao tied his wrist with a red rope and wrote a brocade letter to express his lovesickness: "How about when my hair reaches my waist, and the general returns?" He replied with a battle flag as paper and blood as ink: "When your hair reaches your waist, I will return to the court in triumph."
But he couldn't hold on after all.
From then on, there was no Xiaoyaohou in the world, only a lonely guest from the end of the world.
The light of day suddenly breaks, and the snow grows old at dusk.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
This is a story about family, country, world, love and betrayal. In the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, endless blood and tears of loyal ministers can be written; in the long love of children, endless tragic songs of troubled times can be told. When the iron cavalry tramples the mountains and rivers, when the beauty turns into withered bones, the young man who once promised you "I look forward to joining hands with you until old age, and willing to share the same clothes with you" has finally been worn down by the years and turned into a tired guest at the end of the world.
After a tragic song, there is no more freedom in the world.
The first traditional martial arts novel, first released on Tomato
