The beacon smoke rolled across the long street, and a green blade broke through the air. The young man stood at the top of the city holding a sword, his eyes filled with endless ambition and unconcealable tenderness.
The love of a young man is forbearing, hot, and affectionate like licking blood on a knife's edge, with a kind of determination that belongs to people in troubled times who "only keep one promise in this life."
"Qingfeng will not return until he draws blood. The times he draws out his sheath are all for him."
The first time Xie Cangming saw Feng Ci was on a battlefield littered with corpses. The man's mysterious clothes were soaked in blood, but the sword in his hand was as stable as if he had just climbed out of a pile of dead people. Feng Ci raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes as cold as ice, but the hand holding the sword was trembling.
Later, Xie Cangming thought that he was finished at that moment.
Everyone said that Xie Cangming was a lone star of evil, destined to destroy everyone around him. Only Feng Ci knew that he was a trapped beast trapped in fate - riddled with evil spirits, he was in agony every time the moon was full, and he couldn't even protect the people closest to him. When Xie Cangming placed the green-edged sword in front of Feng Ci, and when the two swords resonated in a desperate situation, a dangerous alliance entrusted by their lives quietly began.
"Tiansha Lonely Star" - the judgment is like a knife, engraved in the destiny. Xie Cangming opened his clothes to reveal the evil streaks all over his back, and said in a voice as cold as cold iron: "Those who come close to me will not end well. It's still too late for you to leave now." Feng Ci didn't take a step back, but held his wrist with his backhand, and placed the Qingfeng Sword between the two of them.
When the iron cage of imperial power closed, and when the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty forced him to commit suicide in the name of "eliminating evil spirits," Feng Ci was in the deepest dungeon, using a broken sword to carve the formations they had deduced together on the wall over and over again -
Love is the only variable that can decipher all fates.
When the cycle of reincarnation begins, when the empire collapses and the world changes hands, Xie Cangming meets that person again on a long street in the afterlife. That man no longer held a sword and was no longer full of evil aura. He was just an ordinary young man who smiled at him.
But Xie Cangming still recognized him at a glance.
Because there are some things that cannot be burned, killed, or taken away by reincarnation.
The sword marks from the past life are still engraved on the bones, but the gardenias in this life have already bloomed all over the branches. He had gone through three lifetimes, killing emperors and breaking destiny, just to hold his hand once in this lifetime.
Cold and fierce evil star attack × Chi Dan Sword Heart Shou | Ancient style of trickery and two-way redemption | I take Qingfeng as my employer, and I promise you a happy life every year
Intention: Forgetting the river but not remembering you, the scars are still engraved in my bones.