Xie Qingyan's way is like a line of ice hanging in the sky.
Tempered by three hundred years of frost and snow, there is nothing that cannot be cut under the sword, and there is nothing that cannot be parted with in the heart.
Until the peach branches fell off my shoulders, and I met a pair of eyes that were clearer than the first melted snow.
She laughed at his gentle sword.
Joke. What does his sword have to do with gentleness?
But why did the Xuanshuang Beast take the initiative to get close to a foreign object for the first time? Why could the ancient tune she hummed heal the depleted earth veins that even his sword energy couldn't control?
And why - when the ghost mist tore through the moonlight and the ancient divine mark destined for sacrifice suddenly appeared on her forehead, a loud noise like the collapse of a glacier would be heard from his Taoist heart that had not moved for three hundred years?
He crushed the Jade Jue of the Life Tray, which symbolized the induction of heaven, with his bare hands.
"This is the way," the crushed blood jade mixed with the warmth in his palms, and he picked up her with weak breath, "It doesn't matter if you don't keep it."
Wen Ling remembered a prophecy from birth: "Withered trees are full of feathers, and the silent sea listens to the heart."
She thought she was looking for the savior, traveled all over the world, and read thousands of stories.
Until in the peach blossom rain, I met the swordsman who was as cold as the snow on the top of the mountain all year round.
His sword is so weird. It was clear that the sword aura was awe-inspiring, but the moment the chick fell, it turned into the softest clouds in the world.
The cuddling between Bilu and Xuanshuang is like a long-delayed reunion.
She gradually discovered that when she looked at him, there would always be a pain in her heart that seemed to travel through time. As if looking through him, staring at some old shadow lost at the end of time.
Until the black mist swallowed up the skylight, she used her body as a shield. In the severe pain, the snake's tail appeared, and the divine patterns burned - all the sealed memories suddenly returned to their place!
Not a prophecy.
Are the last words.
It was a cry of blood that was burned into her soul three thousand years ago when someone was about to die:
"Find him... Stop him... Don't let him..."
Walking alone towards a given sacrifice.
In the midst of tears, she held his hand that was shaking due to the broken Taoist heart, and smiled brighter than peach blossoms:
"This time, it's me who will hold on to you."
"Your destiny, my destiny -"
"Let's change it together."
Subversion of fate·Rewriting the world｜The Sword of Heartlessness×Spring with Feathers｜
Intention: To question the ruthless way of heaven and break the traditional logic of sacrifice.