Feixuexing
The snow in Kunlun Ruins has been falling for three thousand years.
On Duanyun Cliff, the sword master Shen Hanzhou is sitting on the "Hanchuan Sword Intention", wearing a moon-white sword robe, accompanied by cedar and cold sword, as cold as the eternal ice.
Until a flash of eye-catching crimson broke into this pure white - the Qingqiu Fox came out of the snow, cunning like a fox stealing the moon, with fox fur hooked on its fingertips, and a calculation hidden in its eyes. When it opened its mouth, it was borrowing sword manuals, and when it raised its hand, it was a battle of illusions.
The sword energy shattered the flying snow, and the silver bell disturbed the pine wind. The fox who stole the sword manual didn't succeed. Instead, he wrapped himself around the sword master's wrist and said with a smile, "Why don't you take me to explore the world?"
The top of the cliff, which had been frozen for thousands of years, cracked open due to the intrusion of this fox.
The snow fell silently, the crimson shirt and the white moon were intertwined, and a bond that began with a stolen sword began.
The road to the rivers and lakes is far away, the cold sword reflects the shadow of the fox, and the red snow covers the return journey.
Intention: One sword and one fox, the world is far away, and the fetters will be born by themselves