There is no absolute right or wrong in the human heart with a sword at the end of the world.
Fu Chen came down from the mountain carrying a blood feud for thirteen years. He only wanted revenge, but in the layers of truth, he saw the shadow of his father's massacre under the cloak of the god of war.
Ji Qinghe harbored the sinister aura of the Lone Star, and lived silently in the world. He originally thought that his life would only be filled with ups and downs, but he was willing to guard him all over the world for one person.
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River hide the undercurrent, and the storm in Beijing determines the world.
Some people are patient and patient for the common people, some people wander for half their lives because of obsession, and some people guard an isolated city for twenty years, just waiting for the buckwheat flowers to bloom.
Right and wrong cannot be determined by right and wrong, but the way back can be found with one's own heart.
When the beacon smoke died down, the twins returned together. Some went to Shuohuang to comfort the people, and some went to Xiyin to find their old friends.
Don't care about winning or losing, don't care about grudges.
I only wish to go through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, keep my heart clear, and share this sword across the world.
Intention: There is no absolute good or evil in the world. If your heart is bright, you will have a smooth road.