[The Legend of the Ancient Sword] A Game of Wits

Perhaps the greatest sadness that time brings is plainness. Love, hate, life and death, finally end in silence. There is nothing wrong if you can stay in your youthful and frivolous days. It will bloom, burn and fade away at the most brilliant time. Honglujun's writing is very good, showing sadness in the ordinary and emotion in the indifferent. It's just that I don't like it. Reality is already very real. I want to dream well where I can dream.

Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. If everything is perfect, wouldn't it be a pity? If Tu Su was still alive, how could he have such a demeanor as "blowing his sleeves to blow the blue clouds, wielding his sword to bring out the white snow" when he was old? Sometimes I also feel that Baili slaughtered Su Ouyang Shaogong. Only if they die can the world be peaceful and have a good story. When they are alive, they are already too outstanding. Only death can freeze their time. They will never be surpassed by anyone, and they will never find any imperfection.