This is the story of a sword fairy, a story about disaster, about love, about hope, about search and encounter. The concentration of safety is the resentment of the blood evil, the gentleness of the peacock is present in the chaotic cloud crossing; the scorpion demon forest is just the tomb of a lover, and the drunken east wind wraps up the conspiracy of the zombie princess. Who says that dreams are all illusions, in which demons dance wildly, bones turn to ashes, glazed flowers bloom, and purple smoke breaks into pieces; in the dream, everything is finally complete, and the perfection in the dream is shattered in an instant. He risked his life to save her, and she lost her beloved.
From fairyland to earth, she wants to find him. But the memory was shackled. When they met, he was a weak scholar in a green shirt, and she was a Jianghu woman named after her sword. She was ordered by her master to take his life. They looked at each other with their swords pointed at each other, and they were the most familiar strangers to each other. The place where the memory can be retrieved is the place where the memory is lost. They go together to find the truth about who each other is. It's just that this road is full of thorns and obstacles...