Whose rivers and lakes belong to them? In Qinghe's dreams, there is only that woman in full bloom like a lotus, dressed in white, dancing gracefully, and the flowers spread all over Qinghe's every dream. Qinghe calls her Liansheng. I traced her appearance on countless rainy nights, and then tore them all away, leaving the study a mess.
I just took a bowl of tea, put them away carefully, and wiped the Qingming Sword that had not been used for a long time on the bed curtain again. Because it had not been used for a long time, the brilliance was a little dim. I wiped it again and again, and I could feel the sword energy secretly rising. Maybe it was too lonely, as peaceful as it was.
Living in Luojia Mountain for too long will inevitably lead to a feeling of loneliness, especially for a man in his prime. In the long and dark years, as time flies and thoughts spread, Qinghe gradually grows into a youthful and dazzling man, a graceful young man, He practiced the best martial arts and used the best Qingming Sword, just to be famous in the world one day. However, he just took a quick look at the woman in the market at the foot of the mountain.