The true legend of a peach blossom garden, the ancient secrets of two divine swords, and the grievances and grievances of the three branches of Taoism are intertwined with pathos or persistent attachment, composing a heart-stirring song of life and death for ordinary people.
There is no protagonist here, everyone is the protagonist in their own life.
Ancient times, Shushan, Nanzhao, Qingxu, Taoyuan, once the fate is planted, it will be cut again and again, so where will the ending be in time and space?
It turns out that the scene that I will never forget is the moment when I walked out of the Peach Blossom Spring and stepped on the wooden bridge and looked back. The peach blossoms were falling, the lake was rippling, and I was standing at the boundary of the two worlds. It was the most beautiful place in my memory.
Attached is a link to the new article to continue Amiao's story.
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