In the seventh year of Xiao Zhe's hiding in the Song Dynasty, he finally failed to escape the prophetic picture.
"The phoenix of the Liao Kingdom, the dragon of the Song Dynasty, and the wolf of the northwest stir up trouble in the world" - the storyteller in the market exclaimed, but for her it was a fate carved into her flesh and blood.
She was the most beloved disciple of Xiao Qingyin, the saint of Liao Dynasty, but because of a favoritism, she was sent out of Yanjing and buried in the fireworks of Bianliang. The sword was hidden in the cloth, and the identity was hidden in the jokes. I thought I could live an ordinary life quietly, until the news came that the Xixia cavalry had crossed the border, and the discussion of two white-haired old men hit my ears:
"Apart from Li Yuanhao, she has to be the one."
"Will she respond?"
"She is from the Liao Dynasty and grew up in the Song Dynasty. She has no choice."
In late autumn of that year, she took out the eucalyptus sword from under her pillow - the sword tassel was made of red velvet from the Liao land, and the scabbard was stained with the fragrance of plum blossoms from the Song Dynasty.
The disputes between the sects in the rivers and lakes need to be settled, the suspicions between Liao and Song Dynasties need to be resolved, the wolf in the prophecy needs to be killed, and the love between master and apprentice and the longing for homeland in her heart must find a home in the light of swords and shadows.
There is no lingering pull, only a sobriety step by step; there is no halo from heaven, only the tenacity hidden in the details - this is a girl, with a sword and a heart, walking through the gap between two dynasties.
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Intention: Break the situation with the sword, establish the world with the heart