The ink painting retreat is a pure land outside the world, and has been infused with the fragrance of plum blossoms for three thousand years.
She is Mo Yun, the last descendant of the Mo Yun clan. When she woke up from the seal, she saw that her hometown was in ruins and her bloodline was dying. The plum blossom on the forehead is the seal, and the ink in the palm is the sword. They inherit the ancestor's legacy of "balancing the world", and also bear the weight of the blood feud of genocide.
Outside the seclusion, her mother's senior brother An, who was once the same sect as her mother, has become the Lord of Chaos, and his shadow has shrouded Mao Earth for hundreds of years. What he longs for is not only destruction, but also the ink yin and yang pupils in Mo Yun's eyes that symbolize "balance" - that is the most dazzling denial of his paranoid ways.
I am alone in my hometown, but fortunately I am not alone.
The stubborn and enthusiastic gong-beating boy Bai Tang formed a life-and-death bond with her; the maid Qing Mo, who was burdened with the original sin, found salvation in the fragrance of plum blossoms and vowed to never leave her; everyone in Xingluoban became her arms in the flames of war; even the great uncle Yun Zhongyue who walked out of time also came to protect the orthodoxy of her ancestors.
From Yinxiang Meixia to Qianyin Valley, from the banks of Wangchuan River to the front line of chaos. She uses her pen as a sword and turns ink into a sword - one "mountain rain is about to come", accumulating the power of heaven and earth; one "flowers blooming and falling", seizing the opportunity of life and death; until the "changes in the sea" that consumes her life span, and the unconsciously triggered empathy that makes heaven and earth share the sorrow...
Intention: Everything lost will eventually come back to you in another way