The horse rides down to the end of the world, and the sword points at the mountains and rivers.
A thin and deserted place,
A chic and freehand style.
Bai Yanhan, searching hard for the figure that was gradually fading away in a lingering dream.
Yun Qianhuan regards benevolence and chivalry as extremely foolish but cannot resist the temptation of the martial arts treasure.
——I bet my whole life on you that you will fall in love with me
——Why bother? The person I love most is myself.
A perfect swan song.
An eternal legend, a pair of stunning talents; a conspiracy that awakens, a battle that burns the edge; the sun rises and the moon sets, chanting to know the world; putting down a pen to draw a scroll, arguing about the country; wars are everywhere, the wind is blowing; the beacon fire is blood-stained in the clouds; a thousand sails are burnt in the night, and the traces of water are left; after hundreds of battles, many battlefields; the ambition is wild, the journey is vast; the prosperity is sacrificed, and the flowers are long in the sky.
The blue silk dyes the snow, and the soul returns to Weiyang.