The hairpin with three nine phoenixes in Lanling, leaning against the ink painted railing of Orchid Pavilion in the sky, don't go and sigh at the vicissitudes of life, your love is still old and broken.
The bright moon shines, the troubled times are raging, heroes emerge in large numbers, beauties are dazzled, everyone knows that it is difficult for a king to kill a beauty in the rolling world of mortals. The sword leaves the scabbard and reaches the sky, three feet three feet away from the sky, but less than one foot three away from love. Beauty chaos is called beauty calamity. The phoenix only lives in the sycamore tree. What is the hegemon and what is the king? It is just a white lotus smile in plain clothes. The speech is also about cherishing the love of the slave, but the love is gone...
PS: This article is purely nonsense and has nothing to do with history. All historical commentators should stay away. What I am telling you is just a complicated and slightly poignant love and martial arts story...