Beside the loose paper, the shadows are not in pairs.
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 moon goes to the time, so close to the end of the world; the color is alluring, the noise is mute; the world is overturned, the peach blossoms are withered in the sky; the thoughts are complicated, the world is exaggerated; the beauty is experienced, the songs are all carried on the journey; the moon is disillusioned, and the fleeting years go to the water; several jokes are also real and illusory; long-term separation, thousands of mountains alone, thousands of bones are burned, and the life is stained; the purple road is full of falls, the common people are holding the sword; the floating dust is blue, the Zhu Hua becomes blue;
Where are the rivers and lakes, let's tell the story of the beginning; A group of carefree people are already at dusk; the few snows are painted apart, half a lifetime of dreams have passed; the glory of the world is a piece of cursive script; the red sandalwood has not been recorded, the long zither has not stopped; the sun and the moon merge, floating and empty; crying for pity is not worth it, returning to the dust; full of loneliness, full of paper and wrong words; rising and falling, cold moon, bright pearls pave the way;
When the pen is exhausted, the demon will be killed, and the soul will return to Weiyang.