Fengming Dao·shanhedu

In the Northern Dynasties, martial arts ruled the roost. The bones are forged to the six realms of the Martial Saint, and the king's flag changes from morning to night, and human life is as cheap as dust. Fu Yuan, the King of Qin Yun, was a hero in troubled times who swept across the northern border with iron blood. When he was twelve years old, he sneaked into Leyang, the capital of Kongsang, under the pseudonym "Wei Yi". He planned to destroy the country, but he rescued a five-year-old boy, Feng Xi, from the hands of human traffickers. The soft boy hugged his legs and called "Brother Yi". The ink stained his clothes and carved the only soft spot in his cold and hard dominance. Ten years later, Qin Yun's cavalry crushed Leyang. The fifteen-year-old prince Lu Fengci looked up from the queue of prisoners and recognized the twenty-two-year-old coach sitting high on the horse. Brother Yi, who gently taught him how to write, was the executioner who personally overthrew his family and country. The sister and brother entered the Qin Palace together, and the folk song of "both flew into the Purple Palace" spread throughout the government and the public. For three years in the palace, he taught the art of war, riding and archery, and enjoyed glory and wealth. Under the docile façade, there was hatred tempered in his bones and blood, and he practiced the "Nirvana Phoenix Ming Kung Fu" day and night without stopping. The prime minister remonstrated with death, and Lu Feng resigned and left Pingyang. When he left, he did not look back, but buried his old grudges and national hatred into the bottom of the knife. Five years later, 100,000 Phoenix troops came to Chang'an. The old friends in the palace were now sworn enemies in front of the battle. However, Shen Yan, who lives in the countryside of Yuzhou, originally wanted to build a fort to store food and protect his family, but he was involved in the chess game of the troubled times. When Fu Yuan asked him "Whose side are you on" in the Shen family hall, he finally understood that this world never gives people a way out. Thousands of miles of war, love and hate are buried deep. Some people are trapped in obsession, some bear national hatred, and some wake up alone in troubled times. In the end, who will guard the country, who will return to the fireworks, and who can hold on to the warmth of the world that has not yet cooled down in the light of swords and blood? Intention: Have a clear self-awareness