The mountains are covered with snow and are often covered with ice and snow.
Is it a glance from another life, or a fate in this life?
Five years of quiet dreams, gift to you sleeve orchid. Yun Lan once thought that Jiang Fushu was a good match sent by God.
Until the ferocious beast Taotie destroyed Yunjia Village, his parents died tragically and his younger brother disappeared. Little did he know that Jiang Fushu was in the clouds, dressed in white, watching how she was shunned by destiny.
A young swordsman with amazing talent came to Sanqing Mountain and became his close disciple.
He taught her: Immortal cultivation should sever love and follow the way of heaven.
But she wanted to ask: What is the way of heaven? Is it the way of heaven to disregard human life?
She practiced hard and her sword point was incomparable to gold and stone. Everyone called Yun Lan a prodigy in swordsmanship. Only she knew that every swing of her sword was for an answer.
Until she pressed the sword of entry against his chest.
"Jiang Fushu." Her voice trembled, "Why didn't you save them then?"
He lowered his eyes to look at her, her figure reflected in the eyes of eternal ice and snow.
"Lan'er," he said, "this is your destiny."
Such a calamity awaited her, but she refused to accept her fate.
Even though the world was surrounded and suppressed, the banished immortal still sat upright in Sanqing Mountain, his clothes unstained by dust.
Until she became a god with her sword, he regretted giving her the method to end his love and humbly asked for help. The plain white robe was crushed under her feet, and her peach blossom eyes, which were always ruthless, wept tears of blood.
Yun Lan raised his chin with her sword: "Jiang Fushu, you owe me."
Since then, the stars have changed, the seasons have changed, and the world can no longer find that fairy bone. Only then did Yun Lan realize how many bitter consequences he had borne for her without her knowing it.
"Is it worth it?" Buddha, with a mole of affection on his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, his golden body perfect.
She slept lightly in front of the tomb, clutching the missed marriage letter between her fingers, and cried for eternity.
Suddenly, he was wading through the rolling red dust again, wearing white clothes and light robes, with his sleeves fluttering loudly. The color of snow on the eyebrows reflects the vastness of the world and penetrates the heart and soul.
Intention: Disregard destiny, use sword to enshrine gods
