It rains constantly.
Even though he had heard the warnings from his neighbors, even though he had gotten up and fled in a hurry, he would still be caught up.
There is no escape in this land.
"The river has burst... The river has burst!" I don't know who shouted this before being submerged in the gray and cold whirlpool.
The way of heaven is merciless and can end life or death. The heart is like a gray tree, and the body is like a boat without ties.
In troubled times, there are many people away from home. Even if there are thousands of martial arts and peerless sharp knives, how can one person save the world, save the common people, and save him?
He can hear the wind of history, and the river tells him that your sword cannot move faster than the torrent of time.
Ye Lan, named Changqing, is a prodigal son from the end of the world. He has a sharp knife, he is looking for a place to return to, and he does not want to join the others.
"None of us can be considered a hero."
It is sunny and snowy at times, but northerners have never seen green that never fades. He was waiting for the times to turn and he was drowned by the torrent.
"Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, chivalrous people use martial arts to violate the prohibition, but people are masters and are polite, so this is the reason for chaos."
Intention: I see only one person in the world