The mountain of floating smoke, the peak of rolling clouds.
Based on this, she looked down at the world, and all the rivers and lakes were plotted under her palm, waiting to be overthrown.
The clouds are flowing in Wushan and the misty rain is in the south of the Yangtze River.
Carrying a secret, she set foot in the Central Plains, pointed her sword at the sky, and vowed to unify the martial arts world to fulfill her long-cherished wish.
Swordsmen and swordsmen should be ruthless, but once love arises, where should we go?
I would like to write this article to commemorate the days of Jianghu Mengying in these years, and also commemorate today as a new beginning.
Due to work reasons, updates are postponed.
Ps: Thanks to Xiao Wu for the picture.
O(∩_∩)o ↓Rolling and asking for support and collection~~↓