When I was about to leave Hongdu Gate, dark clouds covered the city gate. The sword is as dark as water, reddish and wet with remaining blood. The white horse neighs frequently at night, and the snow dominates the tomb at midnight. ——Wen Tingyun's "Xia Ke Xing"
Where are the rivers and lakes? Here, there, beside you, beside me.
Where is the knight? Here, there, before your eyes, before my eyes.
An ordinary Jianghu story. I would like to pay tribute to traditional martial arts...