A jar of Hantan Snow Wine, which had been buried for twenty years, was secretly opened from the wine cellar by Ji Hiannian, the senior disciple of Hanying Pavilion.
At the night banquet of Shuhanzhai, the young masters from all directions went to the bureau. A jar of wine can test everyone's weight; a wine order can reveal everyone's thoughts. There was also a flute-playing girl at the table - whose fate her eyes fell on would be changed.
After this night, the bricks of Hanying Pavilion became loose one by one. Some people borrowed knives, some got involved, some destroyed other people's families, and finally tasted the fruits of their own sowing. Later, the most virtuous and respected man on the top of Qingyun Mountain fell into the hands of the person he trusted most - and those who survived had to spend the rest of their lives to redeem themselves.
Qingshan is still there, but no one mentions what happened back then.
[Group portraits, no golden fingers, no supporting roles - they are all living people: they have their own calculations and their own dilemmas. Less sugar, more knife: Sugar is very sweet, but the knife is very dull.
Intention: Jianghu is not about killing, it is about people's hearts. No one has a golden finger, everyone has his own difficulties, and everyone has his redemption.