Cyan, in the endless northern desert, symbolizes hope, life and miracles.
However, among the tribes in the far north of the desert, there is still such a legend: cyan also represents a person.
A man, an elusive pale man with an owl perched on his shoulder and wearing a cyan cloak.
His name is Yang Yu.
No one knows where he comes from, which nomadic group in the Northern Desert he belongs to, or even where else he comes from in Zuzhou Continent. He has no faith, or rather, he does not need faith.
His faith is himself, his sword, and the ageless owl.
His sword glowed with a hazy green light, just like the blue color in a mirage that is rare to see in the Northern Desert. It contained hope and despair, slightly dazzling the eyes of those who saw it. Clumsy sword body, slightly curved hilt. An old cloth wrapped around a scabbard of unknown quality. If that thing that made a dull sound when struck against the rock could be called a scabbard.
His owl is called Qingying, and only he can hoot it. No matter it is sunny or windy, Yang Yu can always make it leave its warm nest and leave the village for him, flying to nowhere. Normally, Qingting is lazy and arrogant, just closing her eyes and paying no attention to other people.
This is all the details about Yang Yu that I can describe now.
He is a man like the wind, and the green suit that represents the mystery of the northern desert has gradually been submerged in the long river of history.
However, the legend remains.
Yang Yu, the legend of the Deli tribe goes like this.
Conception: