Qing Ning Tower, the enigmatic and scornful female owner of the building; gathers the guardians of Liuhe under her banner to interpret the kindness, love and hatred in the stormy rivers and lakes. The wind rises and the water rises, the wind stops and the water calms down, other people's stories are so simple. Shui Qinghan turned his back, clasped his hands behind his back, watching the sunset fade away and the tired bird return to its old nest. The sky is vast, and the flying flowers have become fragments of memory. It is impossible to piece together the beautiful and sad yesterday. She gripped the sword in her sleeve tightly. Today, all that was left to her in the past was this thousand-year-old magic weapon, the Blue Frost Sword.
The owner of Qingning stood on the luminous frost platform, looking into the distance without saying a word. On the left were Cang Feng and Jin Lan, who had their fingers clasped together, and on the right were Mo Yao and Meng Xie, who were smiling charmingly. The Shen Shang Pavilion behind him was submerged in the vast twilight, and the slanting light spread over the top of his head, completely annihilating the last trace of light.
The slanting light reflects the green moss, and the clothes flutter into the painting. A grain in the mulberry field sinks into the sea, and all things have ceased and all thoughts have come to an end.
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