The dream is endless, full and empty, and the changes are related to each other. Nuwa's disciple Jing Ke's female nerve has been sealed in stone for thousands of years, and the snow is drifting thousands of miles away, sleeping and dreaming of death. A drunken world, tampering with the river of forgetfulness, but seeing the ice disappearing at the bottom of the stream, I don't know the spring branches. It seems that the mirror, flowers, water and moon are all empty, but the secret mirror of the deserted sea is absurd. When she woke up from her enchanting dream, it was a tease. Predestined relationship, present marriage, and various fates converged at an accidental intersection for a short moment, and then they arrived at the world where they were reincarnated. The five tunes and eight notes and twelve rhythms immediately fell into the world of mortals, suffering from the boundless sea of evil, the beacon smoke of Kyushu, the mournful sounds of the troubled times, the embers of Gan Tang, the three living kudzu, the diverse realm, the feathers in the clouds, the dye of red ink, the nine bells, the snow of Nanchuan, the twilight purple of Zhongshan, and the empty mirror. When girls return to heaven and rank in the class of immortals, and the immortal music plays in the Tianchi, the branches are full of spring, and the moon is full in the heart of the sky, which string of yours is the dream left in the world?