Outside the world, in the world of mortals, lies such a continent.
Baiyin, Lanpo, Nanzhao, Haian. The beacons are rising, the princes are fighting each other, and the world is full of chaos. And that man stands on the top of the mountains, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain. When you raise your eyebrows, you can see the calm and majestic look between your eyebrows; when you lower your head, you can see all kinds of hills and valleys covering your belly.
Bai Muli, a name that is resounding in the mainland, carries supreme brilliance and has been circulated in Chenhuang Danqing for thousands of years.
Tingyin Pavilion, the four protectors, dominate the world. The red dust, the orange song, the yellow crane, and the green calyx want to turn the world upside down.
The wind shakes the branches and leaves, the rain weeps and the red remains, the dust bullies the decaying grass, and it is difficult to see them again in this life.
She was originally a princess of the old Nanzhao Kingdom. She was born in a golden horse hall and was accustomed to seeing carved railings and jade inlays. Unexpectedly, once the country was destroyed, he was sent to other people's homes. It was him who saved her from dire straits and led her out of the abyss. I thought it was a good match, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a conspiracy. Whether it's calamity or fate, love or hate, whether love or hate is ups and downs, have you lived up to your love?
The river is wide and the clouds are low, the geese are breaking the west wind, and the orchid boats are traveling less, how can we meet again?
This world should have started and ended with him. This continent will eventually change.