Qingxuanzong's sword cultivator Ji Yun has been focused on nothing for twenty years, and his sword intention has reached the state of transformation. On the night when Yanboze killed the ink dragon, he met her in the moonlight and mist - Su Wanqing, the princess of the Tushan Fox Clan, with nine tails spread out, crimson clothes and bare feet, a breathtaking beauty accumulated over three hundred years. Those eyes filled with vicissitudes of life saw true purity for the first time when they saw this young man covered in blood and blushing to the tips of his ears.
Ji Yun passed through the Tushan Jiuzhong Pass without killing a single plant or tree, just because he was afraid "she would be sad." He took her away from the empty royal court and chopped firewood, cooked porridge, planted flowers, and guarded her in an abandoned courtyard. The ten fingers grind out sword cocoons and shape crooked bowls. Spiritual grass is boiled into porridge and sewn into the crimson stitches on the skirts of clothes. Ah Jiu was born, the nine tails swayed slightly, and the laughter resounded through the eaves.
While the sword cultivator's temples are stained with white frost, the fox clan's appearance has not aged. Time is an insurmountable gap, but Ji Yun spent his life telling her that clean eyes will grow old, but a clean heart will not. She guarded the dusty sword and the fireworks all over the courtyard, waiting for the wind to blow from the stream and flutter her hair. He is in the wind.
Intention: To spend a lifetime of fireworks in exchange for staying together without regrets.