◆This is a fantasy martial arts story, just like the moonlight above Changzhou Continent and the shadows of osmanthus trees at the end of the world.
Qingluo said, should we ask for it or give it back? It is not up to you to take it, and it is not up to me to give it back.
Xuan Qi said that overturning the world will not correct your reflection; turning red beans into porridge will not bring you a look back and a smile.
Zi Yuan said, in the dream, the prosperity has disappeared, and the love has been overturned. Who can give me a reasonable explanation in the dizziness of death?
The red dust of purple road cannot be pushed away, the flowers in the mirror cannot escape,
Looking back at dusk, it is just a self-deceiving retrospection.
Killing Changzhou, chasing deer in all directions, trying to conquer the world, there is no gentleness anymore.